"Thanks, it's okay, for now." Maybe later she'd get somewhere she actually liked, rather than this place that she just put up with because it was cheap and affordable and close to where she now worked. She liked it enough, but she definitely didn't see herself living there for good.
Settling herself down with all the goods for the night, getting out the random junk food they'd picked up on the way over, Emma just gave Tink a small, soft smile. "Hey, I'm sure it'll be okay. I mean, the dreams are messed up, but I'm sure a little space and thinking time will be okay for him."
She knew that sometimes what one person went through wasn't the same as what others went through; it'd taken Neal explaining his end of things to her for her to understand why she'd gone to jail and been left heartbroken by the one person she loved the most. It might take some time, but she was sure they could work it out.
"But, until then, we are here to drink ourselves comatose, and you can crash here for as long as you need, okay?" Holding a glass out for Tink, Emma figured it was the least she could offer.