Like, I’m really scared of spiders. Every time I see one, I scream and hide. But Emmett always comes and gets it, takes it outside, and lets me know I’m safe.” This time, Abel releases Marlene, stepping all the way out from behind her. He shifts from foot to foot, wringing his hands. “I’m not very much scared of spiders.” He shrugs, and the simple action has absolutely no right being so fucking cute. “Maybe I—I—I… maybe I could help Emmett catch ’em for you.”
