If their friends were going to come and go while they stayed in this hellhole, then fine, Jefferson had done the trapped and wait game. Two times. He was beginning to feel rather old. Between two worlds in an unfortunate set of times for either? He didn't want to even try counting.
Hook was still there in all his surly goodness. They had their business (as much as they could), had their fun. And Emma was pushing forward with her issues on killing. Thankfully, nothing like that was a permanent here. The consequence could have been worse if it had. Regardless, Jefferson would be at her side in support.
"If you're trying for a nap could I suggest the travel channel?" The hatter quirked in amusement as he leaned over the back of the couch to peer down at Emma, admiring her tired demeanor fondly. He couldn't remember when he last saw her trying to legitimately relax without going out on a drinking binge instead of just doing it. He liked to think that his extensive home remodeling helped. Environment was everything when the outside world was a dank piece of nonsense.
Moving swiftly around the edge of the couch he placed himself down on the plush furniture beside her, reaching out to squeeze her knee gently. He hadn't bothered to dress past some pajama pants and a comfortable shirt either. When Emma took a day off, he would too. It was a perk of this world. If there were any. "Or history. Unless there's a special, sometimes watching a civilization without toilets can be quite dramatic."