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[dishearten]

got in last night.
thought you'd like to know.

( that is the safest thing to say. for once in his entire life, he's glad to have a screen to hide behind. because it is easy to delete the I missed you before he sends it. because the few little words he selects give nothing away on how different it was to spend three months away from her, knowing they could have been together instead.

it was the right thing, to help the Nalawi. it just revealed things he wasn't expecting. )

after the memory foolishness but before the rescue mission

[dishearten]

( it's not easy for feelings to register particularly deeply, that's a natural part of being heartless. still, when he comes back to himself, and remembers (however fuzzily) what the former version of himself had gotten up to, even Graham manages to feel a bit badly. it's odd, really, to have such visceral proof of how much he's changed. being cursed is hardly something he will ever be grateful for, but perhaps there was something good to be said about the time he spent as a part of Storybrooke.

he managed to run into all too many people during his time back in the form of the Huntsman. the one that he's most bothered by, though, is undoubtedly the conversation he'd had with Emma. she'd never known him as the angry creature that refused to see the good in humanity until it was too late. all things considered, she might have been better off that way. she hadn't deserved the reaction she'd gotten. Emma had left him to his angry indignation with more protection then he'd deserved, but that didn't manage to make him feel any better about how the argument had gone down.

so when he has the moment, Graham takes the head to her rooms to... well, he's not even sure what. apologize? possibly. or at least explain. Emma has some idea of how the story went, yet she had no idea what sort of person the Huntsman was. now that she does he has to wonder if she'd rather that story remain untold. he knocks on her door and waits for an answer, not quite able to feel impatient or nervous, though he might have given the possibility. that was one key difference between his current self and his past one; the Huntsman had no problem in feeling, and feeling far too much. )

DELIVERED ON DEC 24th.

[dishearten]

( Emma will find a box outside her door, containing not one but two books. one is far more familiar. the other ought to be less so. she'll find the second is empty, though a note is tucked between the front cover and the first page. it reads:

when I saw this, I knew it was better off in your
hands. looking through it I was disappointed to
see how little of your story is in it.

I know that being away from your son and your
family is difficult for you. it's not the same as being
with them, but I thought maybe you could write about
the adventures you're having here. I know Henry
would like to hear them, when you see him again.

it's not signed, but Emma can hopefully guess who it's from. )

TEXT | un: huntsman

[dishearten]

fancy a drink?

( he's got other things in mind... it's just that a drink might make them easier. Emma probably knows him a little too well at this point, well enough that she'll smell what he's not saying (or at least, not saying yet). )

audio; after the return to oska

[figureitout]

Hey, Emma?

[ he wonders whether he should say it's him,but he hopes Emma remembers his voice, still. it's been a crazy couple of months, but he hasn't forgotten her trying to help him, talk to him, back in the land of the cats.

and with Audentes splitting up, now... ]

How are you doing? [ right. better start with making sure she's actually, you know, okay. ]