[ Whatever urge he has to move forward after her, keep her close, it's cut off by that defensive raise of her hand. The gesture earns a wounded look before his eyes raise back to hers, and he should take his time, try to explain it evenly — instead the words come out heavy, desperate. ]

Since that night at the mansion. When he tried to... he was trying to take your power, Emma.

[ And that's where his restraint ends. Killian steps forward, just enough to try to place his hand on her cheek, give some sort of physical tether to keep her from withdrawing. ]

But he doesn't have it now. Not here. [ It isn't much of a victory. There's still a finality to it, and he tries to ignore the fact that it's a temporary reassurance. ] He's gone home.