Emma would probably be displeased to know this little apartment has known little else than it. Perhaps, far quieter, and not always as keenly, but rarely ever to an opposite setting. 

"Yes," she says even when she doesn't feel it. Isn't even sure she will be tonight. "I just wasn't expecting him earlier." 

She had to hope, that sleeping on it, he'd come realize he had to stop. It might. He had walked away at the end.