Good Morning, Sweetheart

It was almost dawn when he finally got home. He was exhausted. But when he entered his bedroom, he froze. Emily was sitting on his bed. Her body was relaxed but her eyes were focused. She looked like she didn't get much sleep either.
Victor slowly took off his jacket.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Waiting for you."
"I-" Victor tried to say before Emily interrupted him.
"Victor," she said. "I am not here to argue with you. I am not going to yell."
Victor was listening. Confused.
"I just want you to finally be honest with me."