Emmett couldn't help but smile at the hand in his hair; in any other situation he might have found it condescending but here it was comforting to be treated like a child, like someone who needed help. It was like in this place the responsibility that now hung on his body like a weighted cloak had finally been removed.
"I don' think theres a lotta people who love me left here..." He sighed. His two remaining siblings were too young to really know what it meant and he didn't want to presume feelings on Phoebe's part that she hadn't actually said. The only people who he'd been sure loved him had all died at the hands of the Longnight monsters. Realising that made him feel horribly lonely.
"But okay. You're right, life is...precious, and full of chances." Emmett said, slowly, as if reciting, repeating something he'd heard before (one of his father's often-repeated speeches over dinner, usually interrupted by mouthfuls of stew or roast). "I just....I dunno if I'm gonna be good enough for anyone, and I'm scared. What if I let them all down?"
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
