Re: Tate & Emilia & Open
Just as Tate had turned around to head towards the bar, she had found him. He knew he likely looked anxious, they had known each other long enough that he couldn't hide that emotion from her. Especially with something like this, he kept thinking about that one drink. It felt like such an ominous thing while he stood there in front of Emilia.
"I hope that's a compliment." He worried, likely a bit too much. There was so much going on just then however, he was still trying to figure it all out. He wanted to be able to turn his brain however, he wanted to stop dwelling on everything that was going on. Tonight was the perfect opportunity, he thought. That one drink wouldn't hurt, he was sure of it. How could he pitch this to Emilia that she might agree with him? He had a few hours to figure that out.
"You look gorgeous." He didn't hesitate to slip his arms around her, stealing a kiss in greeting. Things needed to be normal, he missed normal. While he knew he wasn't about to walk away from Zeke, he selfishly thought he deserved some time to be able to process it all. Didn't most parents get nine months? He had given himself just minutes, he had wanted to see his son as soon as she had told him that he had one.
A low groan left him, realizing he was lost in his thoughts. "Let's cut a rug, dollface." He whispered in her ear as he leaned in, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. His arm around her waist had moved, slipping up her back to pull her closer.