[Seasonal Event] What Must Be Done

Emmett There's always more to do, Good thing I want to do it For a while Emmett kept on at his job, letting the flare of hope in his chest tell him that he was helping, that the floor was looking better. And well, it was, just...not actually good. The blood was still very visible, the smell nearly overpowering, the footprints and marks where his family had been dragged still obvious no matter how many times he ran the mop over them. He was lost in his task and did not know how long Phoebe had been gone, but eventually he became aware that it had been too long. Setting the mop to one side he walked up through the house, looking about for her. Seeing it so oddly normal in the rest of the place was hard for him too. It felt as if his mother would turn up any moment and scold him for it being so messy. Emmett was finally taken from his stupor of grief when he heard a sharp intake of breath, the clear sound of someone crying. Quickly he marched up to his room, feeling a fear he wasn't sure of the reason for. Thankfully, he found Phoebe unhurt, but his heart still sunk to see her so upset. Of course, all of this had affected her too. It was hard to consider anything other than the next five seconds right now when his whole world had come down, but it occurred to him for the first time he could have been neglecting his new girlfriend. Gently he wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder, held her tight. "I know. It's all real awful. But...we're...gonna sort it out, right?"