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He asked me to meet him for coffee. Started asking questions about-- why things are the way they are back home.

[Specifically, he was asking about her and Hook, but she doesn't want to drag Henry into that, too.]

When he realized he wasn't in the picture, he put the pieces together.

[Henry sighs very heavily for an almost teenager, and for a second he just wants to go back to his room and pretend none of his parents are magic or dead. That everything is just normal. But then, he's not sure he really knows what normal is.]

I think it's good that he knows. I mean now...he can do all the things he wanted to before...

[He trails off, suddenly not really wanting the fries in front of him anymore.]

And I'll leave here, and go back to Storybrooke, and not even know that I got to really know my dad.

I think so, too, in the long run. It's hurting him like hell right now, but-- it's better that he knows, isn't it?

[She's asking herself, more than him. She's not putting that kind of weight on a near-teenager's shoulders.

She presses her lips together, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze.]

Hey-- no. We're all working on finding a way to make sure people get to remember this place when they go home. We'll find it, we just need more time. You'll remember everything.

Like I remembered the other two times?

[He really didn't mean to sound like a brat, and he looks down, mumbling an apology.]

Sorry.

[She sighs, heavily. No, that's fair.]

I can't really hold that one against you.

[He's got a point.]

We haven't found the answer to preserving memories, but we will. We're not giving up.

So, do you think he's okay? My dad I mean, do you think he's...handling it okay?

[Henry doesn't really know how a person reacts to knowing they're dead, but he figures it's a more grown up reaction than he'd be allowed to see. Still, he wants to know.]

I think he's handling it about as well as anyone could.

[Which, to be honest, isn't great. She frowns, pressing her lips together.]

He walked out on me. Can't say I blame him.

You didn't do anything wrong. Why... [But then he figures that maybe he would have the same reaction. No one wants to hear they're dead. He'd probably walk away, too.]

I'll find him and talk to him. I just...wanna see him. Do you think he will? See me, I mean.

He's just upset. He has every right to be. I didn't take it personally.

[Or she'd tried not to, anyway. She sighs, but softens a little as she nods in reply.]

I don't think there's much that could keep him from wanting to see you. Maybe you're exactly what he needs right now.

[There's a resolute nod at that. His dad needed him, and if he needed him, he would be there. But he also knew about people wanting some time.]

I'll wait a little while. Not very long, just...I know what I do when I'm really upset.

[And that was isolate himself for a little while and, well, like father like son in this case maybe. At least Henry thinks so.]

Yeah. I know.

[Henry does it. Neal does it. Emma does it, too. Sometimes, you just needed to be alone.]

Do you-- [She hesitates, briefly.] Do you want a little time to yourself before then?

[He thought about it for a few long moments, then looked up at her, looking somehow like that ten year old kid from just a couple years ago, his voice soft.]

Can you stay for a few minutes?

Of course I can.

[She smiles softly, sympathetic, and extends an arm to invite him in for a hug.]

C'mere, kid.

[Henry sort of flops against her, closing his eyes tightly as he holds on. He loves her, a lot, and after everything they've talked about sometimes the only thing that makes anything feel better again is a hug from mom. No matter how old he gets.]

Thanks, ma.

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