“What’s wrong?” Kenneth pulled his hand back, worried he’d hurt her. “I didn’t even use any strength…”
“You jerk,” Emily mumbled, lost somewhere between reality and dreams, letting her frustration spill out quietly.
Was she...swearing at him? Kenneth tried to catch the rest of her words, but they were lost in the jumble of her tears.
“Fine, fine, I’m a jerk,” he muttered, wiping her cheeks in a clumsy panic. Sweat broke out along his hairline as he tried to calm her down. “Stop crying, okay?”
Maybe she’d hurt herself when she fell? “Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?” Kenneth frowned, trying to ease her out of his arms. “Let go for a second, I’ll call a doctor.”
But instead of loosening her grip, Emily only clung tighter, wrapping herself around him like a koala. She sobbed, breath hitching as she choked out, “I like you. I really like you.”
“What?” Kenneth froze. Who did she mean? Did she just get dumped? Was someone bothering her?
He looked down at Emily, her face red and covered in tears, her whole body trembling. It felt like his heart was being squeezed tight, each beat painful. He’d known her for years, but he’d never seen her cry like this—not even close.
“Alright, just cry if you need to,” Kenneth mumbled, hugging her a little closer. He really had no idea how to comfort a crying woman… He just held on, making sure she wouldn’t slide off his lap.
Emily’s tears and snot soaked through his crisp white shirt, but he didn’t move. Watching her break down made his own chest ache, the feeling heavy and strange. When did she start seeing someone? Why had he never heard a word about it?
Time blurred. Eventually, Emily’s sobs slowed and she went quiet, snuggling against him like a tired little kitten. Before he knew it, she’d cried herself to sleep.
“All this over a guy,” Kenneth whispered, glancing down at her tear-stained face. He felt a pang of something he couldn’t name. “Emily, you really are something.”

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