People didn't get close to him, people that did that, that got that close, they died. They died painfully. And this girl, the one he felt an annoyingly irrational need to protect, she'd nearly bounced toward him and was hugging him like she hadn't seen him in years. His eyes widened and he glanced across to Emma, this older Emma who had fallen for everything he'd wanted for her and become this person he wanted her to be. And in the process. She was his wife.
"You'd be Aurora then?" he said simply, figuring words would help the situation. He tapped her on the back once or twice and disentangled himself as quickly as he could stepping back a pace or two just to reassess things. People didn't react to him like this. Never like this. He didn't like it.
Though there was a look in her eyes when she gazed up at him, one he recognised as very similar to himself. Oh she was his, he knew that. But she wasn't his yet.
"We should...go inside." he said simply, eyes fixed on Emma but occasionally glancing at the girl, his child. "I'm sure there's a lot to talk about. I have a room ready for you Aurora and Emma, well its up to you. I can have something made up for you or..." He had married her. He supposed it would make sense she'd want to stay with him. Married though, why had he done that? What had been the point? It was all so very very confusing.
And he hated confusing. He wasn't sure of his next move. He wasn't in charge. He didn't know what to do. But he needed time. He just needed time.