InsaneJournal

Neal was nervous.  The last time he'd seen his father he'd used the squid ink to freeze him, and accused him of wanting to kill his Grandson.  He loved his father, he really did, but he'd abandoned him for magic.  It was a hard thing to forgive.  But, they'd worked well together in Neverland, and he hadn't harmed the Henry in this land yet.  Maybe he'd been telling him the truth about his intentions before Pan had stirred up the mistrust between them.

He found the cookies where Belle had said they'd be, and arranged them on the with the pot of tea he'd made.  The tea here in America wasn't as good as the tea he'd gotten used to when he'd lived with the Darlings.  But, it was passable, and was more comforting in some ways than coffee was.

He paused outside the tiny study where Rumpestiltskin had spent his time spinning since Neal had arrived.  He'd barely stopped, and Neal knew that his father was nervous of the reunion.  He was too, he'd needed to clear his head first.  There were quite a few things different about this place, but unlike the others, The Dark One had come from a similar point in their timeline to himself, and he had said some things, he now regretted.  Taking a deep breath he knocked/

"Dad?  I made tea."