Just another crease, yeah.

[salylimon]

WHO: Emi and Ale
WHEN: Tuesday morning (some few minutes after Valentines Day, really)
WHERE: Ale's house
WHAT: Once free from Chai and Ana's grasp (and full of delicious curry), Emi sets off to her original destination: Ale's house. Fluff and wangst and bonding will ensue, ladies and gentlemen.

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[missile_crisis]

It was a request that wasn't really a request, but he wasn't about to refuse her anything anyway, especially not when it was so easily taken care of. Emi was ushered in, set on the sofa, a warm mug of sweetened mate cocido pressed into her hands, and the silent reassurance of a tub of her favourite dark chocolate ice cream waiting for her in the freezer.

He didn't ask what was wrong; he hadn't for gotten the date and more than a few girls had come in to the shop today for some form of comforting, some crying into the cones and bemoaning neglectful significant others, some staring blankly off into the distance as the ice cream melted inside the cone and went dripping unnoticed down their hands.

Internally, as a man, he had to shiver. This holiday was a hellish creation.

As a businessman, he had to be grateful. He made more today than he had all week.

Either way, he wasn't going to ask what was wrong. He'd just wait for her to speak.

[salylimon]

There was nothing but the sound of the mate cocido swishing inside the mug every time Emi brought it back up to press against her lips for a drink. Her eyes itched slightly from the unshed tears as she continued drinking, not trusting herself to speak just yet as Emi instead focused her attention on the warm mug in her hands.

However, even when she had all but finished the now cooling liquid, the silence remained.

Her fingers twitched slightly the moment she felt the slight throb of an incoming headache.

Eyes closing briefly, Emi carefully set the mug down on top the coffee table as she practically slumped against Ale's silent yet comforting form, her head nestled against his shoulder. "I feel like an idiot and I hate this fucking holiday," she mumbled after another moment of silence, her fingers busying themselves with plucking non-existent lint from the bottom of her shirt. "I've never cared about this day before pero hoy..."

A grimace, a sigh, and Emi fell silent once more.

[missile_crisis]

"Es different when ju have someone to share it contigo, ¿no?" he mumbled awkwardly, wondering if it was entirely appropriate to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Then again, they weren't the greatest at judging what was technically appropriate in the friendship of a young woman and a much older man (fairly uncharted territory that it was), so he didn't feel entirely out of place doing so.

"Pues, don't be too mad with the ciegito." He inwardly rolled his eyes at his own words, unbelieving that he was actually defending the man who Ale still found untried and unsuitable.

And blind. Definite strike against this Jared guy. Couldn't protect Emiliana properly. Now he'd made her cry for a stupid commercial holiday, so that was another strike. Ale was only feeling generous enough to allow Montour three in total.

"Men, they just..." he stumbled here, somewhat unwilling to slander his own gender, "They...make mistakes. Even de most perfect hombre still makes a fuck-up of somet'ing sometimes, ¿no?"

Abrázame~

[salylimon]

Emi tensed, for just the briefest of moments, before she relaxed into the one armed embrace as she allowed herself to practically curl up against the older man. She knew that, given her monogamous status and the age difference between herself and Ale, this probably wasn't the most appropriate thing to be doing. Especially not when they were both alone. Not that Emi cared, however.

Instead, she opted bury her face against his upper arm before sighing. "I'm not even mad anymore," she finally mumbled, pulling back to rub tiredly at her eyes. "But I felt hurt cuando I was in the apartment. A-And I knew that if I stayed...pues." She bit her lip, shrugging tiredly. "I probably would have said something stupid and started a fight, just to make things worse."

There was a sound that sounded remotely like a sniffle as Emi stared at her hands. "Perdóname, I'm probably ruining your night, aren't I?"

I am~

[missile_crisis]

"Oh, porque I had so much to do tonight, por supuesto. All these dates lined up pero I had to tell them to take a hike porque some chiquita needed ice cream and un Tylenol," he teased, trying to stave off the sniffles before they became tears.

He was never good with crying women. His mother's training ensured that the first sign of a woman's tears turned him from a flesh-and-blood man to a man-shaped mass of putty, easily manipulated. He knew it and he knew that Emi knew it, and he knew she took advantage of it. On occasion. Still, him bending over backwards wasn't going to help the situation tonight. Instead, he leaned back into the sofa cushion with a slight chuckle and tightened his arm briefly around Emi's shoulders before letting his grip loosen into something that more closely resembled a platonic embrace.

"No me importa. You're my favorite lady anyway."

Re: I am~

[salylimon]

"I'm sure you had to fend them off with a stick," Emi mumbled with a small laugh, cheek pressing against his upper arm as she clenched her eyes shut tightly. The pinpricks of tears were still there, one, two, three managing to escape against her will as her hand hastily reached up to wipe them away