"Yeah..." Emmett trailed off, already having plenty of guilt for not automatically slipping into the expected role of substitute parent for his siblings, for not immediately being ready to step up and 'be a man', as his father would have put it. He knew the shame was silly, knew that he should be glad for Phoebe's help in that time (and he was, in many ways) but there was still a bit of him that felt embarrassed he was not made of steel.
He watched as Remi faded from view. For a man carrying a baby, he sure was threatening. On one hand, Emmett was glad Phoebe had someone looking out for her. On the other, he wished he wasn't the one perceived as the threat.
They came back to the edge of the dancing area, where crowds stood to chatter and watch. Emmett leaned against a fence post. "He uh, he's protective of ya, huh?" It did not occur to him this would not make sense to Phoebe, who had not heard Remi's words. "My little sister...she once dated a guy a couple years ago that was a right..." He made a face. "He didn' respect her right. I kicked him in the shins in my shift. So I guess I get it." He laughed, just a little tinged with sadness with the knowledge he would never see his sister smile like she had then again.
Emmett
It burns too bright
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
I think about my self a lot 'cause it's the only one I've got
I've earned this life
What have I done to earn this life?
