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[September hasn't been kind to Henry. First Snow, sent back home just to be cursed, and now he wakes up to find their (his, now) room is completely, terribly empty.
Alone. Again.
It's a long while later, but when he speaks into the journal, his voice is composed (if very, very small).]
The castle sent my mom home. Emma Swan. [a pause] I just, I dunno. I thought you guys should know.
[He knows he should be happy, that this means Emma can go back and break the curse like everyone at home needs her to. But he started out in Paradisa with his family whole and intact, and now....
And now he's just right back where he started.
He drags his sleeve at the corners of his eyes, and writes in a filter.]
[ Prince Charming ]
Do you wanna.... [He hesitates.] Can we get dinner?
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Alone. Again.
It's a long while later, but when he speaks into the journal, his voice is composed (if very, very small).]
The castle sent my mom home. Emma Swan. [a pause] I just, I dunno. I thought you guys should know.
[He knows he should be happy, that this means Emma can go back and break the curse like everyone at home needs her to. But he started out in Paradisa with his family whole and intact, and now....
And now he's just right back where he started.
He drags his sleeve at the corners of his eyes, and writes in a filter.]
[ Prince Charming ]
Do you wanna.... [He hesitates.] Can we get dinner?
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Uh, I'm not sure?! Crowley-san lost a memory...
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[Way to freak him out, Uru.]
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And she lets go of his hand to push open the door when they're in front of the shop. There's a little bell that jingles above them and the place looks a little busy, filled with all sorts of people. None of them pay any attention to the little boy and Japanese girl who just walked in. ]
Chocolate donut, right?
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[He trots up to the counter to watch. This is the fun part.]
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I want them all~
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[He trots away to snag a table by the window. Yeaaaaaaaah, window seats!!]
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I hope hot chocolate was okay! It's the best kind of warm drink to have in the fall.
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[Henry stares at the cup for a second, startled, his comfortable state of half-distraction slipping a little.
Then he pushes past it, smiling.]
Yeah, no, I love hot chocolate. Thanks.
[He presses his palms on either side of it, letting it warm his hands.]
Um, do you think they have cinnamon?
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It's my treat, remember?
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[He smiles, and proceeds to dump a few shakes of cinnamon into his drink.]
It's really good, you know. [re: the cinnamon] You should try it.
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[ She will definitely add a few shakes of cinnamon to her own drink now. ]
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