[ Why is she touching him. Why hasn't she just gone back to bed and left him to wallow — which he has every right to, by the way, because he knows she'll lord this over him forever. Emery's eyes lift a little reluctantly as he tries to quash down the tingle her touch inspires; ]

Maybe? I'm not really looking.

[ Because he's not. One night stands just aren't his thing and he's pretty oblivious when it comes to girls — guys too, for that matter, if for no reason other than he rarely expects to be wanted.

... And not in a self-pitying, self-image kind of way. Em is just usually preoccupied. ]

Anyway, you and Robb are the minority. [ Have a little grin. ] I know loads of happily single people.