"Are those tears of joy I see sneaking out the corners of your eyes?" Emerick chuckled and wrapped an arm around Trixie's shoulders.
"No!" She denied forcefully, even as she dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief he offered her. "I'm not crying! Why would I be crying?! You're crying!"
"You do realize that tears are not a sign of weakness, right?" Emerick questioned, then gave her a playful kiss on the cheek. "They aren't always a result of sorrow either. I mean, look how often my dad start tearing up when he laughs."
"I'm not crying!" Trixie insisted through a sob.
"Right," Emerick bit his lip. Despite is best efforts, it was still obvious he was smiling. Trixie didn't mind too much though.
