everyone was okay, there was very little damage done to his car, and almost none done to hers.

i wouldnt have thought it worth calling the cops, if i was him. but he thought it was worth it, so he called.

while we were waiting for them, emily was telling me how he was being nice, how he could've been yelling.

i told her i wouldn't let him yell.

then i realized how funny that sounded.

as small as i am (emily says i am tiny / fragile, and i tell her hush i am not. i am not, just to let you know) and as unthreatening as i am, as well, i know that if he came out yelling, screaming at her, i would've been in front of him.

and i felt it, when i said it, that i would've done what was needed to protect her, to make her feel better.

we stood, waiting for the cops. after fifteen minutes, he was getting antsy, and so he called the police, again.

frankly, i'm glad they took a little bit of time to get to us. a minor wreck is nothing, nothing.

it started to rain. emily wanted me to get in the car, seeing as how i was unprepared for the rain. she had a hoodie. he pulled out an umbrella.

i refused to sit in the car. told her i was going to be where ever she was.

long story shortened:

she told me, later, that she was mostly worried about me. about how it would reflect on her. about how i would realize she is a stupid girl and blah blah blah.

i held her head and made her look in my eyes. i told her that she wasnt stupid. i told her i was damn serious about this. that i'm not going to wake up one day and go oh what the hell am i doing with her.

she believes me.

i dont know if thats enough for her to believe in herself, though.

by the end of the night she was good. smiling and looking me in the eyes and just happy.