As they headed for the table - Henry's usual - Steve wondered what it must be like to be so established that you had a regular table somewhere. He'd been in Storybrooke long enough that he felt like part of the community, but he had never had the kind of relationship to his home that Henry had. He loved the neighborhood he'd grown up in, that was true. But he'd also left when he was a young man, several times. It hadn't really been home to him the way Storybrooke was to Henry. Steven could never put a finger on why that was.
Once he sat down, Steve leaned forward against the table, clasping his hands in front of him. Was he ready?
No, not really, he thought, but he had to rip the band-aid off. Big revelations were never easy, but they had to happen at some point.
He nodded. "I'm sure." He sounded more confident than he felt, but at least he wasn't lying. He wanted to make sure Henry felt believed, too. That was important to him. He didn't want Henry to feel like he was being dismissed, not for any reason. Steve had always put a lot of his heart into teaching, and into making sure his students felt valued. That didn't change even after they were no longer his students. "Let's do this."