"Someone being selfish on my behalf? I like the sound of that." HE had that crooked, hatter grin of his that could be devious, cruel, or entirely happy. If you didn't know him well enough you may not have been able to tell the difference. Jefferson found little, tiny bits of happiness when he allowed himself to sit in the somewhat silly fantasies of banter back and forth with Emma. Were he in a more cynical state he would chastise himself.
But dammit if it didn't matter because it was feeling something other than loneliness and despair. Jefferson would cling to that as long as he could, since he couldn't seem to cling onto anything else.
He might have rocked her had she not been seated against the counter, unable to possibly become closer. So he settled for wrapping her further into an embrace, head nuzzling at her cheek until he could rest into the crook of her neck, sighing. He was not going to think about how something awful would inevitably slap them both awake. No, he'd ignore that thought and squeeze her tighter. "Alright with the sugary sweetness. Say something ridiculous again."