Emma & Jefferson~
"Fancy that." Some insane man had told her that she needed to believe a long time ago, but hey, he wasn't about to point fingers. What was important was that Emma was getting the hang of her magic, quickly, and it was already stronger than any of the magic Jefferson had come into contact with thus far.
It didn't wipe the lazy smirk off of his face, or the slight droop to his eyes. The droop was probably more to lack of energy than being pleased with himself.
"I wouldn't go that far. Only thing I've done is fixed a hat, I never even finished that map." Wouldn't have been possible without him? All he did was state the obvious, the truth. The same thing Henry had been trying to tell her for a long time. He more than doubted Emma was believing in herself and becoming the pinnacle of magical greatness because of him. She had Henry and even if she was stubborn enough to ignore what was in front of her face, she wasn't necessarily stupid.
Wanting and convincing him of the fact seemed to be a goal of hers. One he didn't understand. He glanced from the station in view back to Emma, his brows knitting. "Of course I want to go home. That's all I want...all I've ever wanted."
He thought he made that clear on several occasions.