[He huffs out a breath, almost a laugh, but it's short and bitter. Great. The one lesson Neal actually gets to teach his son is that people die, even his dad, so get used to it now, kid. He would've much rather stuck with the play swords, thanks. He would rather have been a father, spent those years with his son and giving him everything Neal had once had before his own dad went Dark. Instead he ran, and kept running, and by the time he finally started to get things right?
He's dead.]
Nice to know one of us managed to keep our promises. [He mutters it more to himself than to Emma, slowly shaking his head. Even thinking he made it back to Storybrooke has lost all sense of comfort now. He still doesn't know how or why he dies, but does it even matter? He does, he can't change it. No one can, and it's too fucked up for him to handle.]
I can't deal with this right now. [Family traits, right? As much as Neal's tried to get away from it (ha), he's his father's son. Running is what he's good at, and he falls back on it almost on instinct. Sliding out of the booth, he barely even looks at Emma. It isn't her fault, she did what she had to, and on some level Neal knows that. But right now, it's too much. Too fresh, too painful, and he might actually throw something if he sees her twisting that ring one more time.
He's not going to stop. Unless she actually grabs him, Neal's going to be out the door without looking back.]
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He's dead.]
Nice to know one of us managed to keep our promises. [He mutters it more to himself than to Emma, slowly shaking his head. Even thinking he made it back to Storybrooke has lost all sense of comfort now. He still doesn't know how or why he dies, but does it even matter? He does, he can't change it. No one can, and it's too fucked up for him to handle.]
I can't deal with this right now. [Family traits, right? As much as Neal's tried to get away from it (ha), he's his father's son. Running is what he's good at, and he falls back on it almost on instinct. Sliding out of the booth, he barely even looks at Emma. It isn't her fault, she did what she had to, and on some level Neal knows that. But right now, it's too much. Too fresh, too painful, and he might actually throw something if he sees her twisting that ring one more time.
He's not going to stop. Unless she actually grabs him, Neal's going to be out the door without looking back.]