Emma didn't want him to rile or rage or make anyone pay. She wanted him to take the flower, go home, and get to be happy. For a moment it looked like he might not take it, and she was already trying to think of what she could do or say to convince him.
"It's okay," she told him again, cupping the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. "I saw you with Ollie. It will get us back where we're supposed to be."
Home. Where they were supposed to be. But what did that mean when home was people from different realities? It meant saying goodbye, and she'd known that too, but it was a price worth paying. This place was killing them; they couldn't stay here. Emma pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to crush the sweetpea. "It's okay. We're going home, Jag," whispered around the lump growing in her throat.
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Date: 2019-07-03 06:09 pm (UTC)"It's okay," she told him again, cupping the side of his face, thumb brushing over his cheek. "I saw you with Ollie. It will get us back where we're supposed to be."
Home. Where they were supposed to be. But what did that mean when home was people from different realities? It meant saying goodbye, and she'd known that too, but it was a price worth paying. This place was killing them; they couldn't stay here. Emma pulled him into a tight hug, careful not to crush the sweetpea. "It's okay. We're going home, Jag," whispered around the lump growing in her throat.