A family, a family. It just felt wrong to him. The girl that seemed to care so completely for him and the wife that...well at least she'd held back and hadn't leapt at him too. But they were happy to go inside and so it meant that yes, he had a family. He had people that cared and he had people that he seemed to mean more to than he could fathom anyone meaning to him.
Though Emma looked highly amused, almost smug at the whole situation which he had to admit to being a little proud of. She really was going to be his greatest creation wasn't she. She'd keep him from being oh so terribly bored of life until he was ready for Sherlock and everything that was to come for them.
He put his hand on Emma's shoulder. Just a simple action just to show, what he supposed was affection. He hoped it was coming across that way anyway, it should put Aurora more at ease if nothing else. The smirking he'd return later, once they were alone he supposed. She'd expect all that wouldn't she, they usually did. His fairytale. So predictable still in some ways.
"Inside then, I'm sure you both have a lot to tell me?"