Emily angrily wiped at her face. "I'm a mess," she grumbled.
Dave snorted, leaning back against the bathroom sink. "Don't give me that bullshit, Prentiss. We're all a mess."
"Not everybody loses it like I just did, though," she said ruefully.
Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket, Dave gently took her face in one hand and turned her so that she was looking right at him. Keeping his eyes focused on her cheeks, he wiped at them gingerly, clearing away the mascara and tears.
"Why are you here?" she whispered. "Why did you follow me?"
His eyes finally rose to meet hers. "Because I chose to," he said firmly.
The raging storm in her chest changed directions.