He was a calming presence, for sure. One that Emma knew she was likely going to seek out at times. She peeled her sandwich, a peanut-butter-and-jelly with apparently freshly-ground peanut butter, housemade jelly, strawberry slices, and peanuts slathered on the sides of the thick, homemade bread. (It was listed as "gourmet peanut-butter-and-jelly" on the sign, and looking at it, the girl now believed it.) She took a bite and smiled. Well, it was nice to know her stomach was going to be happy here.
"Someday I want to find that," she said quietly after swallowing. "Somebody who fits me. Who.. understands what I am and isn't afraid, and.. will accept me despite of it." She had her doubts about doing so, but the fact that she was at least voicing her desire for such was impressive. Considering a mere month ago when she had almost chosen to try and kill herself.