Have you never seen a deaf piano player?
Starts at the end of 1-08, but dismisses the last Bay scene, so the last scene we know of her, is her breaking down at Emmett's. The title is a quote by famous (and deaf) composer Ludwig van Beethoven.
Emmett looks at her, lying there on his bed, her hair a mess, mascara run down her cheeks, her eyes swollen from crying. He was not exactly sure what had happened at home, the girl talks a hundred miles an hour, but he isn't stupid, Daphne had told him about her mother knowing all along and he can put 2 and 2 together. Not being able to give her comforting words she would understand, he had held her instead and kind of rocked her until she was all cried out. He had noticed her body had stopped moving rhythmically with her sobs and when he bent over and looked at her face he had seen she had fallen asleep. He lay her down, took her shoes off and put his blanket over her and now he is wondering what to do.
Maybe he should text Daphne, whatever happened was clearly very upsetting, but if she asks to come over to talk he would be in a compromised position, what with Bay in his bed under his covers. And so he doesn't text, he just sits there and watches Bay sleep.
When Bay wakes up she is confused. Where is she? She looks around the room, trying to see something then spots the wall in front of her, full of pictures and realizes it is Emmett's. Her eyes feel sticky and her mouth is bone-dry, she must have passed out while sobbing. She looks at the alarm clock next to the bed and sees it is 4 am. Shit! Her parents must be worried sick by now. At the thought of parents she gets that awful feeling in the pit of her stomach again and she involuntarily draws in a sharp breath, as if she was preparing for another sob-fest. She looks around the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness and she sees that the "Daphne shrine" is again covered by a sheet. Half smiling she crawls to the foot of the bed, where she spotted her handbag, takes out her cell and checks. 17 missed calls, 16 from her parents, 1 from Daphne. She texts: "Am fine, sleeping at a friends. See you tmw" to both her mother's and Daphne's cell phone and then crawls back and settles into the bed again, pulls the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes. It only takes a few seconds and she is back asleep.
When Melody walks to the kitchen she spots her son asleep on the couch. That couch is getting pretty popular lately, she had seen Daphne asleep there a night or two ago, but ever the gentlewoman she did not wake her or mention it. She looks at her son and sees the little boy she used to have to carry around aged 4 because he claimed "his legs were too tired for walking", and she also sees the man he will be in a few years. Mother's magical eyes, that see past, present and future, she thinks and smiles to herself. She leans down and shakes him softly until he is awake.
"What happened? Your bed got bedbugs? Another monster under your bed?" she asks smirking at the allusion of the imaginary monster that used to drive Emmett to try to sleep in his parents' bed for years when he was in primary school. He rolls his eyes and then signs "A friend had a crisis last night, she needed somewhere to crash".
Melody nods and goes into the kitchen to make coffee while Emmett walks (a little bend over, some parts of his body tend to wake up before the rest) to the bathroom. After his shower he realizes he has to go into his bedroom to retrieve boxers and clean clothes. With the towel around his waist he tiptoes into his room where he can make out the shape of Bay on the bed. He opens the closet very slowly and in one swift move he lets go of the towel and puts on some underpants.
Bay is woken up by the door creaking and she sees the betowelled Emmett creep into the room on his tippytoes in the semi-darkness, but she doesn't move; she closes her eyes again, her head turned towards the door. Once she opens her eyes, she sees he is dressed and on his way out, so she sits up. He looks at her in that tender way that one looks at a very sick child or a newborn animal and then signs and mouths "you ok?". She nods. She is not really ok, but it is impossible for her to explain, she tried yesterday and it was infuriatingly frustrating. He walks over to the bed, sits down next to her, tucks a lock back behind her ear and softly places a kiss on her lips. She automatically closes her eyes and when she open them again and looks into his face she thinks 'Oh dear God, I must have the worst morning breath'. She over-enounces "Bathroom?" and then mimes "Toothbrush?".
He shows her to the bathroom and hands her a towel, then points to a red toothbrush and signs "mine". She nods and as he leaves she wonders if he wanted to say "don't touch that one, it is mine" or if he meant "use it, it is mine". She looks in the mirror, pulls a grimace at her swollen and streaked face, then grins and says out loud "well, if he felt like kissing you when you look like this… it must be true love", then grabs the red toothbrush and puts some paste on it.