Belle shook her head without even pausing to truly consider his apology. She'd let go of any traces of anger towards him years ago. Even if she'd been sore and heartbroken that first night she'd spoken to Dreamy, she'd long moved past blaming for it, as some small part of her had when she'd walked away that morning--the part that had driven her to be so sharp with her words before leaving the castle.
But now...now, all her heart recognised was his hand over hers and that new endearment on his lips. Sweetheart. Nothing novel, but coming from him, it was like she'd never heard the word before. "No, Rumple I--after...spending so much time around that woman, I can understand why you--found it hard to trust my intentions." As much as it still hurt that he'd doubted her so much, now knowing the kinds of games Regina played, knowing how she'd been made into the Queen's pawn that afternoon without even realizing it...she couldn't truly blame him for being suspicous.
she sighed, flexing her fingers against his. "Anyway. You're here now. And--" she laughed a little at herself, both nervous and happy, because this place could so easliy be more hateful towards him than their home but he was with her again, and she had to make sure it stayed that way. "Gods, there's probably dozens of things I should be telling you, but I can't think of a single one of them. "And at any rate, not exactly the sorts of conversations to be having in the middle of the street." She was surprised so few people were staring as it was--maybe they'd just gotten so used to odd sights, in the last weeks since she and the other refugees began arriving, that they were pointedly not looking. "They--must have given you the same sorts of things they gave the rest of us, one of those devices and keys to lodgings, right?" she hoped he wouldn't make her spell out what she was asking--because as much as she loved and wanted him, even asking to go to his rooms to talk sounded forward, even for her.