"There's a saying, where I'm from, 'shit happens'. Sometimes you can't stop it, and sometimes you do. I grew up all by myself, until I was sixteen. And then I had someone, someone I loved, a lot. But I lost him. And honestly..." Emma could remember the pain, like it was yesterday, the pain of Neal not being there, of going to prison, being charged and left behind all over again, forced to give up Henry. All of it just splintering her down the middle so that her trust was almost irreversibly broken. "I'd rather have someone, and lose them, than be alone forever." It was entirely too open and raw and emotional, but it was the truth, and Emma was coming to accept that sometimes, people left, or were taken away. But it was better than not having them at all.
The blush came back at his comment and Emma had to laugh, pushing her hands through her hair to gather herself again and give a crooked smile. "Well, it's just as well you found out before that," Not that it'd have mattered either way, she was too nice to take offence and she doubted he'd react terribly to being rejected anyway. "But just for the record, ass is kind of my type anyway." Jefferson was about as big an asshole to people he didn't particularly care for as they came.
Even to some people he did like he could be an ass. "I'm sure there are plenty of other people that will catch your eye though."