Fred kind of understood where Regina was coming from. He understood that she wasn't that sociable with the rest of the town, that she only dealt with them when she needed to. But Fred believed that everyone needed someone, and he was more than willing to be that someone for Regina. Even if it meant just a friendship with the woman. He wasn't really looking for much more, not at the moment. And he knew that a friendship with the mayor would be beneficial, especially since Fred wasn't one to always follow rules. But Regina didn't need to know this, not at the moment. Though there was always a chance that she knew this already, Fred was well aware of the books that involved his life. And everyone's life that he cared for.
He felt a little uncomfortable, he didn't know the woman all that well. He knew her a little, mainly because of the town's decision to make everyone tell the truth. He had learned things about Regina that he probably wouldn't have, had she been able to lie. Had she been able to tell him anything but the truth.
Fred offered Regina a small smile when she stated that she hadn't eaten. He had thought as much, people in her position rarely made time for themselves. He probably should have brought her something more nutritious than a muffin, but the coffe shop didn't have too much that could be considered to be nutritious. "I would have stopped by Granny's, but the coffee shop was about to close, and I promised you tea." And with that, Fred took a sip of his own tea.
"I must admit, I am quite appreciative of the town pulling me into it when it did. Had it waited for a few more hours, I'm not sure I'd be here." He was certain he wouldn't be in Storybrooke had the town not pulled him in when it had. Within a few hours, he would have been dead. And he highly doubted that Storybrooke would have pulled in a dead Fred. He wouldn't have been much use then.
He studied Regina for a moment or two, trying to determine whether the woman was truly as evil as she thought she was. He wasn't sure just from looking at her, he supposed he would have to make the determination from conversing with her.
"How old is your son?" Easy enough topic, something he was sure she'd be willing to talk about. Who wouldn't want to talk about their children? Evil people.