It was tricky business having to work with the public. Johnny learned that at a very early age. His mother had been sure to teach him that shortly after he mastered potty training. If there was anything in this world that any one-year-old child needed to know, it was not to take any bull from anyone. So, Johnny didn't tend let things get to him. He was perfectly centered and strict in his views and opinions. Feelings were only the by-product of memories and thoughts. And while he wasn't completely heartless and had a vast emotional range, he knew when and how to control himself.
"Is it all out of your system now?" His voice was as calm as a pond. It was almost as if Emily hadn't even been in the room kicking and screaming the way she was. It just didn't affect him. He'd seen this breakdown several times before in others and in himself. "You have a lot of issues, Emily, and maybe I'm not the right person to help you with those issues. But if it helps, I can relate. Your real mom isn't around. My real dad isn't around. So we project unto others. You in the form of obsessive crushes and me in the form of blunt honest truth. We can't help it. We have to accept it."
He took a step back to give her some air. Some sort of tissue here was in order, but he'd given his last tissue to his cousin at some point, and he figured she needed it more at the time. One look around the room yielded no answers. "Do you think your step mom keeps tissues in her desk drawer?" He nodded over to the desk in the music room. Bethany was probably prepared for this sort of thing.