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TWENTY NINE. ( I think he knows. )
Walking Emmy back to Hawk's house was a task that Robby knew wasn't going to be easy.
The girl was practically a wailing mess the entire journey, and he had to hold her up right so she wouldn't collapse on the sidewalk. And as much as it was comedic, Robby was also worried.
He didn't exactly know what Emmy saw, only that she must of seen Sam and Miguel in a situation that she was not happy about. But, he wasn't going to pry just yet, knowing that the last thing she needed was to talk about it. He was gonna hand that over to Hawk.
"I just don't understand," Emmy hiccuped as Robby dragged her over to the front door. "I thought he liked me."
He sighed, brushing pieces of her hair out of her face so that they didn't stick to her tears. "It'll be okay, Emmy."
"No, it won't!" she exclaimed, using her hand to wipe her tears. "I just made myself look so fucking stupid."
"No, you didn't," he reassured her. "Okay, I have to go now."
"What?" Emmy frowned. "Why? I just got to see you."
He gave a tight lipped smile. "Not sure your friend wants to see me here with you. Or his parents."
"Oh," she pouted, glancing back at the front door. "Where are you gonna go?"
Robby stuck his hands into his pockets. "I'll think of something. Don't worry about me. Just, get some rest. And drink water. I think you cried all of it out."
"Be safe?"
"Always."
She gave a sad smile, seeing him start to walk away. She waited until she couldn't see him anymore before digging into her pocket and pulled out a house key. Emmy sniffled as she unlocked the door, alerting the family who was eating dinner inside.
