Emma brightened fairly easily at Jefferson's teasing, "I'm not napping, I'm just..." reading something she was barely interested in at all. "Reading. It's soothing." It wasn't, not really, and as Jefferson settled beside her, Emma tilted towards him, her book all but abandoned in her lap.
Relaxing, oddly enough, came hard to Emma. She felt the need to always be doing something. But more and more lately, especially with their friends vanishing, the latest nightmare and her and Killian's unfortunate curse, she was more inclined to take the time to just not do something, and not doing something with Jefferson was preferable to all else.
Settling her head on the soft of the worn shirt against his shoulder, Emma raised a hand to draw patterns up Jefferson's wrist and arm. "If I wanted to be bored to death I'd probably call up Robert and ask him to try and explain time distortion to me, rather than watch something about history." Chin on his shoulder, Emma rolled her eyes, because really, history. Bleh.