[Seasonal Event] What Must Be Done

Emmett There's always more to do, Good thing I want to do it Phoebe's words came as a surprise to Emmett and confused him, his brow furrowing. What did she mean? He did just as much work as she did towards the fixing of things, he thought, and he'd been as affectionate as his mood had allowed. Coupled with teenage awkwardness, grief helped to really dampen his desire for romantic acts. "Uh..." He responded, clearly a bit lost. This was something he was completely unable to comprehend right now, in the midst of it all. "I..um. I really appreciate your help, Bee. I don'...want you to think that I don'." Gently he rubbed a hand up and down her side, unsure of how else to comfort her. After a moment of holding her close he pressed a kiss to her temple and frowned, wanting badly to help but not knowing how. "Y'can talk all you want. It happened t'you too."