[ Kate lets the removal of her arm from Emma's shoulders seem casual, not a retreat but just a necessity, so she can lean back and pull her hair (too long after ten months without a cut) into a ponytail. Both hands required, and then she pulls her knees up and wraps her arms around them.
She makes a face of sympathetic displeasure at having to hear from Robin Hood. Even if she thinks Emma's overreacting or handling it badly, finding things out third hand always sucks. ]
[ By now, Emma's aware that she's overreacting, but she's also too stubborn to do anything but barrel on ahead with being pissed. As hurt and scared as she is of losing the people that she loves again, she's well-aware that it's precisely that fear, and not genuine anger, that has her lashing out like this.
It's not just Hook. Not just separation. A world between her and her family. Between her and the people who love her. She turns a begrudging gaze on Kate, dark enough to make it apparent that she realizes what Kate's digging at—it doesn't make a difference now. Inevitable's inevitable. But Emma's predictable. ]
Made it easier on myself.
[ Run away. Held him at arm's length, even further than she's managed to. Hide behind wall after wall and refused to let him get close for fear of losing him. Left him on another fucking beanstalk, just something. ]
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She makes a face of sympathetic displeasure at having to hear from Robin Hood. Even if she thinks Emma's overreacting or handling it badly, finding things out third hand always sucks. ]
What would you have done differently?
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[ By now, Emma's aware that she's overreacting, but she's also too stubborn to do anything but barrel on ahead with being pissed. As hurt and scared as she is of losing the people that she loves again, she's well-aware that it's precisely that fear, and not genuine anger, that has her lashing out like this.
It's not just Hook. Not just separation. A world between her and her family. Between her and the people who love her. She turns a begrudging gaze on Kate, dark enough to make it apparent that she realizes what Kate's digging at—it doesn't make a difference now. Inevitable's inevitable. But Emma's predictable. ]
Made it easier on myself.
[ Run away. Held him at arm's length, even further than she's managed to. Hide behind wall after wall and refused to let him get close for fear of losing him. Left him on another fucking beanstalk, just something. ]