He watched her face, trying to see any of the telltale signs that someone was lying, but none of it happened. Not even when she said he was Prince Charming’s grandson. So he had been right and that meant everyone back in his home was trapped in an evil curse. It meant they were fairy tale characters and it meant that somehow he had to find a way to bring Emma there so she could fix everything. Maybe then he’d get these hugs all the time. Maybe then he’d remember what love truly felt like. Maybe everyone would.
Henry didn’t think love had been something felt in Storybrooke for a long time.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked, voice breaking slightly from all the crying he had done. His throat hurt a bit and he was exhausted from all of the revelations and what he’d done to himself. But he’d do anything for Emma in that moment. Especially if it meant she wouldn’t leave him.