Emerson snapped out of his momentary daze, felling a little guilty for having reminisced about it in the first place. He couldn't help it, though. He missed Reed so much, and it was only getting worse the longer he went without seeing or speaking to him. "It will," he said. "You're a lovely girl. You never know, someone might already be quite taken with you." That thought worried him a little, but he just slid his hands back into his pockets and looked away from the place he'd been talking about. "Do you want to walk back?"