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"We can go now. Will we bring Aisling?"
She laughed slightly, her expression warm. "I get what you mean."
She kissed his cheek, holding his arms affectionately. "Of course, Emerson. I'll go if you want me."
She leaned into his touch. "What can I say? It's hard to stay away."
"It's always an option to say no," she said. "You would have to know what he wants, first."
She went to him, taking his hands and squeezing them. "It doesn't have to be a big thing," she said, her brows furrowed slightly. "Nothing big...
She sat on the edge of his bed, looking up at him. "Do whatever you think is best, Emerson."
"You might not like this idea," she began slowly, "but you could maybe ask him?"
She frowned slightly, coming to his side and rubbing his back gently. "Emerson.. I'm sorry to hear what happened."
She reached up, taking his face in her hands, her fingers in his hair. "How is he.. What happened?"
She frowned slightly, pulling away and squeezing his hands. "Alive?"
She sighed slowly, turning her head into his shirt slightly. "I'm not really clear on the situation.. I think it will be okay in the end."
She hugged, rubbing his back slowly. "It's alright."
She went over to him, opening her arms to him.
She nodded seriously. "You look like you could use one."
"I'm just thinking," she told him slowly, before hesitating, unsure if she should ask. "Would.. you like a hug?"
She stood out of his way, leaning against the wall thoughtfully.
She entered, watching him curiously.
Her brows furrowed slightly. "Can.. Can I come in? We don't have to talk."
The initial sharpness of his return made her slightly nervous, but she tilted her head. "Are you okay, Emerson?"
