"Oh well that's good, I suppose." Emmett said with a small sigh of relief. For a couple of reasons. One, because he tended to shirk responsibilities that weren't too relevant to himself; and two, because the last time he had to be headmaster, a couple of his kids were killed. And that would be emotional territory Emmett did NOT want to revisit.
He looked at the girl across from him, still wound tighter than a ball of yarn, and pursed his lips together. "I know this is strange. And I know that the woman you considered your mother has already been here and I'm not going to try and replace her for you. It's just... looking at you is like looking at me at that age. And I was always so proud of my boys back home, you're an extension of that. I feel like I have to... no, I want to somehow be a part of your life. Even if it's just in a snappy, well-dressed, older brother capacity."
Emmett got that mouthful out and smiled a bit, then looked down at the table and fiddled with the cloth napkin. "Listen to me. I sound like one of those over-dramatic television shows you kids watch nowadays. Never tell anyone, I don't want them to think I'm capable of human emotion." He joked.