vi. bad behavior (from two terrified women and an outlaw. the pirate’s okay today and the kid didn’t ask for any of this)
She’s trying. She really is. Whatever she may have let slip at the park, it doesn’t matter in the scheme of things because Emma is her friend and Henry is their son and she can’t begin to imagine life without either of those constants anymore.
So she dashes off a quick text the next day, Dinner tonight? Might as well bring the pirate, because she is perfectly all right with Emma having a boyfriend and she is determined to let her know that before everything they have falls apart.
Emma is too prone to avoiding her problems and Regina will not allow herself to become one of them.
vii. four o’clock in the morning (and the sounds of whispers downstairs)
She hears the low thumping of footsteps downstairs and slips out of bed, checking briefly on Henry and Roland to be sure that they’re not the culprits before she spreads a hand and summons a fireball from it. “Show yourself!” she says sharply, stepping onto the ground floor and toward the living room.
She gets only a whining, “Too bright,” in response, and flickering light fades from her palm as she catches sight of Emma, stretched out on her couch with an arm flung over her eyes and her head on a throw pillow.
It’s three o’clock in the morning, she’s never given Emma the keys to her house, and Robin is asleep upstairs, but all she can think to say is, “Are you all right?”
“No. I’m an idiot.” Emma peers out from under her arm, and Regina flicks on one of the dim reading lamps and sits on the couch opposite her, tugging at her robe where it stops above her knees.
“If this revelation is keeping you up at night, I have to tell you–“
“I tried to end things with Hook.”
how do people even survive without tagging things