Shutting the door quietly behind her, having lead Emerson upstairs and into her room without exchanging a single word to one another. Evelyn turned around slowly, her back pressed against the cold wood of the door. Peering at her friend, the woman seemed to be working on autopilot. She barely seemed to recognize that Evelyn had all but dragged her away from her girlfriend without even saying a word to any of the woman currently in her home. Emerson had barely even twitched when she had taken her hand, though the woman's gaze didn't falter, even as she had let go of her to shut the bedroom door.
Evelyn understood this response though, having reacted quite similarly when news of Elaine's 'death' had reached her. It didn't matter than Emerson had fallen out of love with this man, and had signed the paper that confirmed their divorce not six months ago. She had still shared a very large chunk of her life with this man, a man who had helped create two very kind and smart boys who were going to be absolutely rocked by this news. Emerson might not be in love with him any more, but she had loved him once, and that still mattered, even Evelyn knew that.
Realizing she would have to be the one to break Emerson from this stupor. The woman didn't have the time nor the opportunity to carry on like Evelyn had. Emerson had two sons who would need their mother to at full capacity, at least when the news was given to them. After, Evelyn would happily let the brunette retreat into herself if need be, but right now, Emerson couldn't afford to be a shell of herself.
So stepping forward, she cupped her friend face in both her hands, fingers placed delicately in the space between jaw and ear, thumbs spread carefully across cheekbones, and gently kissed her friend on the lips before resting her forehead against Emerson's.
"Emerson," She said quietly, "I'm so, so, sorry." And letting the tears of grief she felt for her friend, fall from her eyes, lowered one arm so she could wrap it around her friend and pull her in closer.