She's never thought of herself as much of a counselor, but somehow that lack of confidence gets tossed out the window when it comes to Mary Margaret, because she's never had someone she wanted so much to be able to comfort. And there's Mary Margaret, sitting so small and tucked in on herself, with all the delight and joy she has in all her little likes and hobbies and dreams just pulled away from her.
Making her sad is like kicking a kitten, and all Emma wants to do is make her feel better, but there's just no magic bullet cure for heartache. Whiskey dulls it, sometimes -- but then, sometimes, it just gets worse.
She leans forward, ducking her head to try and catch her friend's eyes, her own earnest. "That's the whole reason you didn't go to that party to begin with, right? You've stayed away. He's the one who came here. He started this tonight, not you."
She reaches forward, toys with her little goblet of whiskey.
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She's never thought of herself as much of a counselor, but somehow that lack of confidence gets tossed out the window when it comes to Mary Margaret, because she's never had someone she wanted so much to be able to comfort. And there's Mary Margaret, sitting so small and tucked in on herself, with all the delight and joy she has in all her little likes and hobbies and dreams just pulled away from her.
Making her sad is like kicking a kitten, and all Emma wants to do is make her feel better, but there's just no magic bullet cure for heartache. Whiskey dulls it, sometimes -- but then, sometimes, it just gets worse.
She leans forward, ducking her head to try and catch her friend's eyes, her own earnest. "That's the whole reason you didn't go to that party to begin with, right? You've stayed away. He's the one who came here. He started this tonight, not you."
She reaches forward, toys with her little goblet of whiskey.
"And it's not silly."