There was a side of Emo that a lot of people didn't stick around long enough to get to know. It had everything to do with how attuned he was to other people's emotions. He was the kind of entity that needed other people around him - misery loving company and all that, but also because he wasn't just an emotional leech like people seemed to think he was. His talent for empathy was overwhelming and making people feel better lessened the pain for him. It sounded selfish, sure. But this was Johnny and he- well, he cared a lot for Johnny and would help even if it meant shouldering the other man's pain himself. Because he could deal with it. He always had.
He chuckled and shrugged, reaching up to tuck a chunk of hair behind his ear as he glanced off to the side, at nothing in particular, just away. "I don't think I'd mind the lifestyle much, to be honest with you. Taking care of stuff like this and putting up with people's shit is kinda my gig." It was what he did. Johnny may not be able to translate his own emotional needs, but he didn't have to because Emo just understood, implicitly. He couldn't explain it or even tell Johnny what he thought he needed because it wasn't anything so solid; more like an instinct that nudged him in the right direction.
"If I could speed up time, I would," he said, looking down at Johnny and Beau. "But the most I can do is stay here with you and let you drink. And I'll shut up if you don't want to talk and I'll listen if you do, but you don't need to. Really. I'm just here to, uh... to take care of you." He looked away again, rubbing the back of his neck and murmuring the last phrase.