Amalia didn't seem too impressed with his advice, which wasn't that surprising given what the advice actually was. He knew it wasn't a good answer, but it was hard to neatly sort out years of cultural angst amid teenage first loves. The criss-cross of dramas was really too much for his newly-traumatised brain to conquer.
She was embarrassed to speak of her new love. Emmett smiled to himself, watching her become just slightly flustered. "Well, I hope ya work it out."
He blinked at the question at first, confused. He hadn't even considered going outside into the woods, not with..well...everything. "No, I don' think so. I got the farm, and the kids, and Bee, and...a lot t'plan for." Emmett shrugged. "I don' think it'll be for me anyway. I've always been happy with the farm and what I've got."
Emmett
There's a saying where I come from
Playing 'round with fire gets you burned
Well, I'll wear my third degrees
And my heart upon my sleeve
Playing 'round with fire gets you burned
Well, I'll wear my third degrees
And my heart upon my sleeve
