Emma smiled. "Beer it is, then," she said, signaling the bartender to give them two. She could work with beer. She preferred it to most other stuff, anyway. Sure, the hard stuff was good every now and then, but you couldn't go wrong with a nice cold beer. And having someone here to share it with that she trusted was good, too.
"Me too," Emma said. "It's nice having you here, to be honest. Yeah, I've got people who know me from the last time I was here, and it's nice, but I don't remember them, so it's not the same. It's nice having someone here who understands me. And having someone from home I can talk to easily."
When their beers arrived, Emma took a long swig. "It sucks, not having you back home, you know. Especially with everything going on. But mostly for Henry. God, that was tough. Which is why you being here alive...well, you have no idea how happy that makes me. And that you're not, you know, sharing a body with your father. I just wish Henry was here, you know? Not just because I miss him, but because you're here, and I know he really misses you, too."