It was late and Emma ought to be attempting sleep but she still had so much work to get done. There didn't seem to be enough hours in the day. She'd spent most of Sunday attending the funeral and then the reception before coming home and working straight away on the press releases that would need to go out. She'd spoken with Adrian's solicitor and discussed his contract with the Falcons. It was up at the end of the year. If he broke it, it could, potentially, cost a lot of money. However, Emma had been quick to point out the bereavement clause that stated a player could take six months off. That would easily lead him into May and while she knew he could afford it... she thought that perhaps, he might want to really take time to consider what it was he wanted before ending it all. Of course, she hadn't spoken to him about it and neither had his lawyer.
Sighing, she pushed her hair to the side, knees slid under her as she glanced over the press release. It'd be perfectly acceptable, she knew. However, she wanted to do justice the huge amount of talent Adrian had given to the Falcons. Chewing on the end of her quill, she didn't notice the footsteps or even her door opening until she heard his voice. Glancing up, eyes widening in surprise, she stared. This was... unexpected. Of course, when he'd shown up Sunday evening and helped Mrs. Fields with some baking while she'd worked? That'd also been unexpected. Glancing at the clock to her left, she frowned. It was after ten.
Standing, no regard to her state of dress, she hurried over, setting her work down at the end of the bed. "Hello," she said, taking one of the glasses from him, setting it on the coaster on her dresser. Emma studied him, taking in the tired lines, slightly dark circles under his eyes, and the general weariness across his face. Her features softened in concern and she took his glass and the cookies, setting them down, worried.
Logically, Emma knew that he was searching for some sort of stability in a time of crisis. She wasn't sure why he felt he could find it at her house but she didn't mind. Not even a little. They'd smiled over Mrs. Field's head as her cook bustled around the kitchen. Little touches here and there but no repeat of their... night. Emma understood his loss. She'd lost both parents and her sister. The profound sense of loss would hurt for a long time.
"You don't have to call or owl," she said, finding her voice, giving in to the temptation to hug him. Her arms slid around his waist and she let her head rest against his chest.