[She makes good on that; less than five minutes later, she's through the door and heading over to his table, sliding into the booth across from him and making herself comfortable. It's reminiscent of the conversation she'd just had with Neal; the setup is about the same, except for now there's french fries instead of hot chocolate.]
[ He would offer to get burgers and milkshakes with Henry, like they've done so often, but he's under no delusions that the boy will want to spend that sort of time with him right now. At least visiting Henry in his room, it's his safe place, and Robin can walk away when it's clear the conversation has reached its end. ]
[Henry just looks up at Robin, almost not even having to because he's getting so tall - still not as tall as Robin, though. But this is hard. He cares about him, cares about his mom, cares that they were happy and that Robin made her happy. Henry's old enough now to realize that things keep happening to her like this and it isn't fair. But it isn't Robin's fault, and that's always what he believed. It's not Emma's either. It's complicated.]
[ A sharp, painful breath tightens in his chest. ]
Yes. And I have to stay true to those vows.
[ It's not what he truly wants, but he can't say that to Henry, or to Regina. That's not fair to either of them. He has to be honorable; it doesn't matter what he really wants. ]
I've spoken with your mother, and I wanted to tell you personally, rather than have you hear it elsewhere.
I know how much you love your mother, Henry, and I would certainly expect your loyalty to remain with her, but...please do not ever doubt how very much I care for you. And your mother.
I don't particularly want it to be a goodbye at all, lad. I wasn't sure how you might feel about the situation as it is, and I don't at all want you to feel uncomfortable with spending any time with me while your mother and I...try to figure out how best to deal with this situation. It's rather complicated.
[ He takes a deep breath, looking down at the ground. ]
I didn't tell her goodbye, I...told her I need some time to try and sort this through.
I once had to figure out how to spend time with two moms without hurting the other one's feelings. I can handle this. I don't feel bad. It's just...
[Henry looks down a little too, remembering how much his mom had been smiling in Storybrooke, thinking that he hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time.]
It's not fair. To you or my mom. No one did anything wrong. [ That has seriously become his mantra. ]
[He does understand, honest. He just knows that now his mom is going to be hurting and how is that fair? It's not fair to anyone but he's old enough now to realize that she keeps getting the bad end of every thing that happens.]
I just wish she could be happy and it stays that way.
[He can try, in any case. He can promise not to go anywhere again. Not for anything bad, anyway. Maybe. He hopes. He'd be breaking that promise just by leaving here again, he realizes.]
If you'd like that, and your mother feels alright about it, I'd quite enjoy that, Henry. You're a remarkable young lad, and I'd like to know you even better.
[Despite the bad news she has to deliver, she cracks a smile, just for a moment. It's amazing to think, sometimes, that just a few years ago, she and Henry were strangers. Sometimes it feels like they've always been this way. It fades after a moment, though she nods in response to his question.]
Yeah, she's fine. This isn't about her. It's about Neal -- your dad.
[She's still not used to calling him that.]
He figured out what happens to him. Not the details, but... he knows.
[For a second, Henry just stares hard at the plate of fries, trying to process that his dad knows he's dead. Is he mad because it was kept from him? There's also a little guilt - a weight has been lifted and he doesn't have to pretend anymore.]
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