Emma was quiet for a moment, then turned to him with a serious look. "I may not have a degree in psychology hanging on my wall and my qualifications may lie in sex therapy," she admitted, "but should you ever need to talk, even just ramble off about something, my door is open. If you hold all of it in, thinking you have to, you'll go crazy." Emma glanced at her door. "Once that door is closed, I understand the meaning of confidentially when someone is on that couch." Emma did have some integrity.