Emmeline was quite content to start. The small kiss and the way he was looking at her was pleasant. Comfortable, even. She was glad that he'd agreed with her, glad he wasn't angry. And his next words caused a warmth to spread through her. Happiness that he would want to spend more time with her. But then he pulled away and like he wasn't sure or okay with what he'd just said.

And fell back into the routine of having a drink.

A hurt look came across her face in that moment as she pulled even further away from him, going so far as to leave the chair next to him entirely and heading to the sink. She needed something to drink. Something that wasn't rum. Getting herself a glass of water, she sipped on it slowly. And quietly.

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