For breezy_playboy

[emmawright]

The morning after the big fight, Emma was worried sick about her best friend and about her lover. She showed up at their home with two coffees, one for each man, hoping that Mohinder wouldn't turn her away. She'd sneak in to see them if she had to

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[breezy_playboy]

Monty pulled his aching body out of bed at the sound of the voice outside. He didn't bother to pull on a shirt--his bruises hurt too much to contort like that right now. His jaw was purple on one side, and his gut and chest were mottled with lighter wounds. He pushed the door open and leaned on the doorframe. "Hey, Emma," he said, smiling with only one side of his face.

[emmawright]

Emma's heart sunk when she saw him. "Monty..."

She walked over to him, her eyes dragging down his form and taking in all of the bruises. With a pout, she leaned in and kissed his uninjured cheek softly, then held out his coffee. "Something to make you feel better."

[breezy_playboy]

"Thanks, baby," he murmured, taking the cup and carefully drinking out of it. The heat made his jaw feel better. "Come on in," he added, managing, despite everything, at least a fraction of his normal suave manner. He stood aside to let her in the room.

[emmawright]

She bit her lip and looked back over her shoulder. "Hold on, I'll be right there."

Emma went across the hall and very cautiously opened Simon's door. She was afraid to see him crying again. "Simon?" she said in a very quiet voice. When he didn't answer, Emma walked over to his bed and set his coffee on the nightstand. She bent down and kissed the side of his head, then watched him for a few moments before slipping back out of his room.

She closed his door and went to Monty, frowning as she walked past him into his bedroom. "I hope he's alright," Emma said.