Oh. [He laughed, giving her a bright smile. He pulled his hand back, holding his pencil in both hands now. If he didn't give his hands enough to do, he grew antsy sometimes. Sometimes his hands forgot much more often that he couldn't hold her in public.] I don't feel as bad about hoping for them to leave, then. I hope they leave early.

[He bit his lip a moment before he looked up at her again, grinning. The idea of keeping a garden and teaching her about it was very appealing to him. It would give them another excuse to be be alone together sometimes. He wouldn't mind that at all. ] I would love to teach you, Emma. You know, I... I think I'll do it. I'll talk to Scott about it. [He leaned in just a little closer, ducking his head. His hair was starting to get a little long in the front and it fell over his brow.] Do you really mean that, Emma? Letting them come to their own conclusions?