[He wants to keep going, and at first he could. The anger's there, the frustration when Emma just won't give him a straight answer. She talks about saying goodbye, but that doesn't make sense. All Neal had wanted was to get back to them, so why would he leave? And yeah, he's figured out that much, that it's him who goes, when somehow Hook gets to stay. He wants to know why, how, what in any of the realms could make him vanish--
But she keeps going. She doesn't answer him, not really, but there are hints. Final and not by choice, and that leaves a lot of possibilities but doesn't really make him feel better. The demand's still there, but now something else is growing along with it, taking the place of the frustration over not knowing.
And come on. Just how often does Emma cry?
He falls back against the booth seat, eyes fixed on Emma but staring like he can't even see her. It feels like he just got sucker punched when her voice cracks, tells him she can't, but maybe she has anyway. Maybe, because Neal's brain is putting together pieces he really doesn't want to see fit. He swallows hard, licks his lips and parts them like he's going to say something, but what the hell can he even ask?
Final. It had been final. Where they come from, there's not a lot that can truly be called that.]
no subject
But she keeps going. She doesn't answer him, not really, but there are hints. Final and not by choice, and that leaves a lot of possibilities but doesn't really make him feel better. The demand's still there, but now something else is growing along with it, taking the place of the frustration over not knowing.
And come on. Just how often does Emma cry?
He falls back against the booth seat, eyes fixed on Emma but staring like he can't even see her. It feels like he just got sucker punched when her voice cracks, tells him she can't, but maybe she has anyway. Maybe, because Neal's brain is putting together pieces he really doesn't want to see fit. He swallows hard, licks his lips and parts them like he's going to say something, but what the hell can he even ask?
Final. It had been final. Where they come from, there's not a lot that can truly be called that.]