"Scott. Please." He amends, giving Sloane his hand. With a glance at Emma, he says. "And I know I'm lucky. She reminds me all the time."
He smiles at Emma, as he pulls out her chair, and he makes a point of casually touching her shoulder as she sits. Despite Emma's protestations, he isn't entirely sure that Sloane doesn't have the wrong idea about her, and at the same time he knows that it's dumb macho posturing, he can't entirely help giving off these small signs of -- well, Emma would kick him for thinking it, but for lack of a better word -- ownership.
It isn't that he doesn't trust Sloane, in particular. He's just not especially good at trusting anyone.
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Date: 2007-05-03 04:20 pm (UTC)He smiles at Emma, as he pulls out her chair, and he makes a point of casually touching her shoulder as she sits. Despite Emma's protestations, he isn't entirely sure that Sloane doesn't have the wrong idea about her, and at the same time he knows that it's dumb macho posturing, he can't entirely help giving off these small signs of -- well, Emma would kick him for thinking it, but for lack of a better word -- ownership.
It isn't that he doesn't trust Sloane, in particular. He's just not especially good at trusting anyone.