Emmett
Tell me, how do I feel?
Chris and Milly both wanted to see Phoebe, having heard her voice, but Emmett managed to convince them to wait til the next day with promises of sweets from the market. Once they were both snuggled in bed and ready to sleep he came back to his room, stretching and yawning as he passed the threshold.
Seeing Phoebe in his bed brought a smile to his face despite everything. Something about that just felt right. He noticed she'd taken some steps to neaten it up, make it more comfy; hopefully it was now up to her standards.
For a moment he stood, unsure if he should be embarrassed to get undressed before her, but...they had done far more than see each other naked at this point, right? He took off his clothes slowly, avoiding looking at her still with red cheeks and finally went to get some more comfortable pants, slipping into them then getting into bed, leaning over to put an arm around Phoebe and kiss the top of her head.
"..So..." There really was little else to say about their tragedy. "I was wondering if y'wanted to start stayin' up here some days a the week. Not all the time, cos you gotta run y'clinic. But sometimes. If you wanted."
