Emma watched him leave Kathryn's hospital room with narrowed eyes, and followed him to the elevator, blocking his way.
"David."
"Emma!" he said. "Hey, I was just going to get some coffee; do you…?"
Emma held up a Styrofoam cup of hot chocolate and shook her head.
"Oh, OK. I'll see you later then." He tried to move past her, but she refused to move.
"No, David, we need to talk."
"About what?" He inclined his head, bewilderment written all over his face. "Am I in some sort of trouble?"
"Not legally," Emma said, frowning. "I need to talk to you about Mary Margaret."
"Why? Does she want to see me?"
"I think you know the answer to that." She couldn't stand his too-hopeful eyes. "Look, you need to leave her alone. Figure out what you're going to do."
"I know what I'm going to do; I just need to talk to her…"
"No, with Kathryn. You need to figure things out with Kathryn."
"But—"
"David, she is your wife. I'm not going to judge you on your decision, but you owe Kathryn that courtesy. You owe it to both of them."
"…OK."
David walked away, but Emma could tell he didn't get it. She ended up gripping her cocoa so tightly that the cup broke, burning her hand.