He nodded against her, listening quietly as she talked about his father. She so rarely did it and while he wanted to know everything there was to know--and not just from storybooks--he didn’t want to push. Henry could tell that his father was a sore subject for his mom. She’d loved him and lost him, lost them both really, and while she’d regained Henry and found love with Graham, that didn’t change the fact she’d still lost Neal.
“I promise,” he told her, and loosened his grip some but continued to hold onto her. “Can we just sit out here for a little while?”
He didn’t mind the cold too much and being out in the park meant he didn’t have to see everyone’s worried faces or the questions on everyone’s mind. He didn’t have to fear hearing accusations that he’d run off because of Regina or from Regina about Emma not being a fit mother. Later on he’d deal with all of that...or just fall asleep in his mom’s bed with Aislinn curled up between them. He was hoping for the latter.