Emma & Jefferson~
Scowling, his eyes dropped to the floor of the station, looking for anything but her to make contact with. So how was he supposed to know that not sharing a few bad dreams was going to do this? He never gave anyone a play by play of everything that happened to him on a normal basis before.
"I didn't know. I just thought they were dreams." Excuse him for not being like every other person here that thought they needed to report something every time a sinister thing happened to them.
The only thing that had ever kept Jefferson going through anything at a given time was Grace. Back in Wonderland were his every waking thought was a hat. Make a hat, get it to work, get back home. In Storybrooke when he was trapped with nothing to do about it. Keep waking up, keep searching, there's always a way. Now here in this void where he couldn't tell if he would ever wake up again. There was no certainty but there never had been. Emma was right, he couldn't just give up now. Not after all he'd endured thus far.
This time, at least, he wasn't alone. "So what do I do?" He folded his arms, swallowed a bit of his pride, and met her eyes once more. "Want my body back more than he does?" He was so tired. He didn't know what to expect, but he had try. If not for himself than for Grace.