Searching for meaning WHO: Mad Swan WHERE: The Hotel WHEN: Tuesday Night WHAT: Helping soothe the Savior's guilt WARNING: TBD-- STATUS: In Progress
With baited breath the Hatter climbed up the stairs of the eerie hotel, pushing around the banister down the hallway towards the room Emma had thought she was in. The air was brisk but he hadn't bothered with a coat or even a scarf. They weren't of importance to him.
Lightly, he knocked at the door with his knuckles. Jefferson had no issue just walking in but he wanted to at least catch his breath momentarily and warn her he was there, then opening the door to enter. She and Killian had been incognito for what felt like forever. True, she gave him the awkward visit to tell him that she had been planning something, even then Jefferson didn't fully understand it but that had been irrelevant. He believed in Emma and wanted to get home.
Just then all he cared about was that she was alive (as much as one could be in this place). She seemed broken even over the message, and he knew that the toll of taking a life would weigh on her marshmallow heart. Even he couldn't bring himself to personally kill anyone no matter how much he hated them. He couldn't imagine what it must have felt like for Emma.
Without a word he crossed the floor to close the space between them and envelope her in an embrace.