To Len's credit, he didn't go off like he usually did. He merely glared darkly, his eyes devoid of emotion except scathing anger. Every instinct he had was screaming at him to lash out and remove the threat he felt in the room. Only one thing stopped him, Emma. He gently untangled his hand from hers, finding she'd interlocked their fingers while sleeping.<br/><br/>"Emma," He whispered, leaning down to softly speak in her ear, "if you can hear me, wait for me until I get back. I won't be too long."<br/><br/>Unable to resist after he carefully stood up, he gave her a lingering, soft kiss on her sleeping lips before walking stiffly into the hallway. His back pressed against the wall as he crossed his arms. His stance relayed the fact he wasn't feeling defensive about being caught. He was more pissed off than anything. So pissed off in fact, he was in the exact opposite place Emma had been in before their screaming match. One misspoken word would prove to be disastrous.<br/><br/>"Don't expect much of an explanation," He said icily, being cold to his mother for the first time ever, "Thats between me and her."