He saw her go from boys after boys, crying when they broke her heart. It killed him but he could do nothing, except try and help her pick up the pieces of her heart. Nevaeh passed him all these looks, he avoided them all. Emery was oblivious. Always in love with someone, always someone who was not him.

"Can I crash here tonight?," she asked, and Quill smiled, letting her rest her head on his thigh. He had gotten very good at pretending. His fingers threaded in her hair, stroking gently. Her breathing got slower and he sighed: "Oh Emery .."