This evening was just one twist after another. First there was the Belle that wasn't his Belle. Then his Belle had come to him and taken him to what apparently was Emma's house. He was more than a little startled yet also bemused to find so many from Storybrooke in this place. Oh he'd noticed the cold reactions, but he didn't mind them at all. They weren't unlike what he'd received in Storybrooke on occasion, so he didn't let it bother him. Gold well knew he wasn't in everyone's good graces, but that didn't exactly matter much to him. Not yet, anyway.
What did matter to him were two things. One was that his Belle was here, the one Regina had led him to believe was dead and thus her not being in Storybrooke. He still was in shock over Belle having been alive and Regina having kept that secret for 28 years. The other thing that mattered to him was that Regina herself was here. And oh, some day he would confront her, he would not let this transgression stand. No one took away what mattered to him and got away with it. Not even the queen. He was Rumplestiltskin, the Dark One and he had the power and the cunning to out-plan Regina at any turn. He would seek vengeance, but he would first see how this world affected his magic before he could properly plan and execute such a plan.
As such when he followed Belle into her room, he pushed the thoughts of Regina and revenge aside because right now, he had Belle, and that was what mattered right now. Turning to face her, he couldn't help but smile at her words.
"I missed you, too. I am sorry that you have been here without me, but I'm here now. I love you and no one can keep us apart." Leaning on his cane, he reached out with his free arm and pulled Belle close, hugging her tightly to him. Even though he had embraced her in a similar fashion not that long before, he had been without her for 28 years, and he needed the reassurance that she was here and he wasn't just hallucinating her or something.