Emmett widened his eyes at the news that Phoebe loved him, and it really was news: he knew she liked him, was fond of him perhaps, but loved? He felt honoured and a little inadequate by it. "...I guess I can' leave that, no. I ain' ever had a girl love me before. I dunno what I did for that, but..." He trailed off, laughing quietly into his hand with clear happiness.
As he watched her speak to him he felt the tears from before threaten to return, pricking at the back of his eyes. He so rarely experienced such pure kindness. "...Thanks. For...alla this. You're right, I jus'...I jus' needed t'hear someone say it." Without thinking, just instinct, he surged forward to give Safrin a hug.
Emmett
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
