Emmett just shrugged in answer about Remi, hoping Phoebe would let it pass for now. Perhaps soon he'd tell her about what had been said, but right now when things were just getting back to normal he worried words about their difficulties could set off another series of fights he wouldn't be able to stop.
She noticed his hand and he felt guilty, not having wanted to imply he believed her brother was guilty. "No, course not." He agreed, turning to smile softly at her, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. The wound had healed well but still twinged with pain sometimes, still stopped him from reaching up too high with a tug on his skin. It would always be a reminder, and...well. Emmett wasn't sure if he'd ever keep a bull again.
Heading towards the food stalls he reached for her hand. "I guess if you're an 'old maid', I'll be an old man." He laughed. Marriage had always been something considered good in his family, likely to bring in more children to help out and keep the legacy going, but there had not been specific pressure on any one sibling for it.
As they reached the stall he looked over the array of goods. Spiced meats, sweet pastries, lighter things...usually his family provided something too, little platters of vegetables or pots of stew, but...maybe next year, he told himself. "What d'ya want, Bee? Get as much as y'like, all of the farmers trade between each other for this kinda stuff."
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?
