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Emerson was working upstairs.
He nodded, leaving and closing the door behind him.
He watched her for a moment before nodding. "Alright. I'll be upstairs if you need me."
He tilted his head in thought before tucking her hair behind her ear, heading for the door. "You're welcome too, but I'm just looking to expand...
He stepped back, looking around for a moment. "You're welcome to go see them."
He gave her a small smile before he heard the sound of the car outside. He frowned, leaning over to look out the window. "The Road Trippers are...
He looked down at her thoughtfully, raising one eyebrow. "I'm sure it is."
"No," he amended, looking down at her. "If you say you don't want that, I won't do it."
"And the usual punishments," he said thoughtfully. "Reduced status, isolation, the standard."
He considered her with a frown before something changed in his face. "I know. I'll have her take Jaz's jobs," he mused. "Lucy's been asking me...
He sighed, slowly brushing his fingers through her hair. "What would you recommend, then? We can't let her go unpunished."
He brushed her hair back gently, frowning. "Why not?"
He frowned, trying to read her face. “No...?”
He looked down at her in surprise, tilting his head. “She’ll be exiled by tomorrow. Please don’t worry.”
He sighed, rubbing her back slowly, looking down at the ground. "I'm so sorry."
He frowned and reached up, beginning to rub the joint gently with his fingers, testing it.
He looked down at her, frowning. "Did she hurt you at all? Physically?"
He rubbed her back slowly, saying nothing as well, pulling her close to him and letting her relax.
He sighed, one of his hands running through her hair gently as he looked down at her. "She's gone now, Rory. I promise."
He sighed, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her closer, his head resting on top of hers. "I'm sorry this happened."
