[ He gets the word “what” about halfway out of his mouth before Emma starts shoving him. He trusts that it must be something major to have Emma as wound up as she is, so he goes where he’s guided, stepping back into the house and letting her shut the door behind them.
The look on his face is just as wary as it is confused, eyes flicking to the windows for any signs of movement. He sees none, so his gaze settles back on Emma’s face, his hands coming up to gently grip her shoulders. ]
Take a deep breath. Tell me what’s wrong.
[ He does his best to sound soothing, gentle, but there’s an edge underneath his words. Something dangerous that suggests if someone needs shooting he will gladly do so. ]
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The look on his face is just as wary as it is confused, eyes flicking to the windows for any signs of movement. He sees none, so his gaze settles back on Emma’s face, his hands coming up to gently grip her shoulders. ]
Take a deep breath. Tell me what’s wrong.
[ He does his best to sound soothing, gentle, but there’s an edge underneath his words. Something dangerous that suggests if someone needs shooting he will gladly do so. ]