As Emma still takes in her surroundings and tries to calm herself down, despite the stomach-twisting excitement and nervousness plaguing her, Jason asks her how she’s feeling. What’s it like to quickly transition from video call to in-person. Sure, she met him before at the airport when coming home from her parents’, but... This time it’s different. This wasn’t coincidence. This meeting had intention; intentions that Emma didn’t want to acknowledge just yet. She hoped her silence wasn’t taken as an offense as she hastily tries to come up with a reply.<br/><br/>“To be honest it feels really surreal,” Emma says. “Almost...unreal in a sense,” she confesses; her fingers caressing the fabric of the couch cushion. “But..” she trails off, biting at her bottom lip before convincing herself to go through with what she was going to say. “It’s nice. I wanted to be here. So it’s exciting,” she explains with a smile growing on her cheeks, and around that time, Jason was leaning up against an armrest of the couch and asking her about the whole cuckolding experience between her and her husband. Turning Emma and Daniel upside down almost entirely in her opinion. She heaves out a stressed sigh and nods, unable to restrain herself when it comes to sharing her feelings and secrets with the man she can physically see and (somewhat) smell next to her.<br/><br/>“I just... I don’t know how involved I need to be with it,” she vents, her hands clenching into worried fists. “Do I address it? Do I enable it? How often? To what extent? Ugh,” she groans out, shaking her head and looking down at the comfy carpet underneath her feet. To try and relax herself, she takes her shoes off and stands from the couch, sighing again. Picking up the shoes and heading towards the hotel door, she lets the shoes plop to the floor. It was a soft thump, and when her pale, tender feet meet the soft carpet, her nerves calm down just a little. Turning around and returning to the couch, she lifts her hands and feels her nerves start to buzz a little brighter. “I really don’t know. And.. I’m too much of a coward to research it thoroughly on the internet,” she grumbles out sadly, her blue eyes casting themselves down toward the floor. “I’m scared about what will come up whenever I type in any of those ‘key words’,” she confesses, a blush rising to her cheeks as she tries to avoid the embarrassment that just washed over her. Shuddering at the thought of coming across any pornographic content online if she ever did look it up.<br/><br/>Settling herself back down onto the couch and bravely meeting Jason’s gaze, she chews at the inside of her bottom lip and sighs for like the third time. “I’m happy that Daniel told me about it,” she says while nodding, reassuring herself. “I’d much rather know about it than let it fester in him and then suffer whatever consequences may come down the road. You know?” She asks for confirmation, her voice shaking a little bit. “So... gosh.. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. We’ve been okay here lately, but given a few more days, I don’t know what it’s going to look like,” Emma confesses her worries and sucks on her teeth. “Hopefully we don’t sink into a rut because of it. I don’t want our marriage to tank harder than it already does whenever our pregnancy tests come back negative...” Emma breathes out, her heart sinking to her feet when she realizes what she just said. “Ah..” she trails off hard.