Emily laughed at that, giving him a look. He only had a year on her, after all. "Oh please! Twenty-nine is not old. Now, thirty? Yeah, that would be old, but twenty-nine is still definitely young," she said with a decisive nod, trying and failing to look serious. Smiling and joking around didn't take so much effort anymore, not like they had while she'd been pregnant, but it did seem to come even just a little bit easier with him.
Well, that definitely filled in the blanks of that sadness in his eyes when he spoke of Maria taking him around window shopping. It was clearly something that he still hadn't fully dealt with, and really, who would expect him to after only a few weeks? But her heart did go out to him, to have lost friends and seen others hurt beyond being hurt himself. "Oh yeah? Do you like it shorter?" she asked after making a little coughing sound to give herself a moment to settle on what to focus on. Somehow she just didn't think focusing on the loss would do him any good, and so she went with the most insignificant fact he'd thrown in. She took another sip of her water as she waited for his answer.