[ If he weren't seriously dreading this conversation, he'd be far more intrigued by that implication. Instead he steps past her without comment, well aware that the lack of rejoinder's conspicuous.
It isn't that he doesn't want to be honest. It's that he knows the truth will hurt her. There's a stillness to his movements as he turns around to face her, gaze downcast; when he meets her eyes, there's a heaviness to his expression that he doesn't bother trying to disguise. ]
We need to speak. It's about Rumplestiltskin.
[ The trip home, rather, but that's a better shorthand. ]
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It isn't that he doesn't want to be honest. It's that he knows the truth will hurt her. There's a stillness to his movements as he turns around to face her, gaze downcast; when he meets her eyes, there's a heaviness to his expression that he doesn't bother trying to disguise. ]
We need to speak. It's about Rumplestiltskin.
[ The trip home, rather, but that's a better shorthand. ]