If only Graham had known any of what Emma was thinking. The fact that she was pregnant with another man's child wasn't something that would push Graham away. His own insecurities, the feeling that he wasn't worthy of being with someone like her, and his own exceptionally complicated lack of true emotion, those were the things that made him keep people at arms' length. Most people. Until Emma had literally crashed into his life and turned it all upside down. In a very good way.
"There's different brands of vodka?" Was his returning question as he smirked. "Next you're going to tell me there's drinks other than beer and whiskey and my entire head will explode from it all." Hey, he was a man of simple tastes after all. "Well, any one who has been there for you and Henry must be a good person, even if mocktails are involved."
He glanced out of the window of the car as it began to move, still taking in this new town, that was quite unlike any place he'd been before. Storybrooke and the fairytale world. That was it for his traveling experiences. And it allowed him some thinking time. Because the whole issue with money wasn't one he was entirely comfortable with and yet was inescapable. "I'll figure something out. I mean I can either find some kind of police work or hunt in a forest for survival, I have all those skills in my head again now." His tone was light but he was only half joking. The Huntsman had some serious skills in that area, in an emergency.
Still, different topic. Graham shifted his attention back to the woman driving, a small smile on his face. "So, when are you due to have the baby cygnet?" Okay, so as nicknames went, it was terrible, but considering the surprise of it all, baby swan could have been worse.