Emerson had never considered himself much of a social man, but it did appear that he'd seemed to have made a certain circle of friends against his usual motto that being a loner was easier than dealing with people. And he genuinely liked them at that. He and Ambrose appeared as different as day and night on the surface, but they were friends and shared some common views about a few things. Plus they both held a certain dislike for a certain witch in town, so it all worked out.
He arrived in jeans and a T-shirt, the usual casual attire that he was known for though he was notably without his cigarette vice dangling from his lips as he knocked on the front door.