Try to comfort her

"Oh God, I'm sorry." Sam says slowly, moving further into the room to stand in front of Emma. "Maybe I should have said something in the store."

Emma silently shakes her head, dropping the fabric on the floor at his feet. "It's not your fault Sam." She says slowly, looking up at him. "I knew he wouldn't like it, but I just had to push him,"

"Look, it's not your fault either." Sam tries to tell her. "I mean, if he didn't like it, he didn't need to tear it up."

Emma doesn't respond and Sam suddenly begins to feel a little bit difficult stood here, a little involved in a domestic squabble. "Um... like I said.... lunch is ready if you want some."

Emma shook her head. "Mike told me not to leave the room until he says I can come out," she tells him flatly.