"That's doubtful." With a great amount of leadership having left the land, Jefferson would imagine people would pick up and migrate, but the people in Storybrooke weren't the only ones from the Enchanted Forrest. There were other settlements spread out. The world was vast. "That life is gone for you, not for them. The last thing they remember is sending you here as a baby."
He looked up from the book to stare at her skeptically. "They're your parents. The want to have a life with your kid doesn't just vanish." Emma still had a lot to learn about parenthood, apparently.
It was true that he couldn't really understand what it was like to have a town of people looking to him for answers, thankfully. But that didn't change his opinion. "I still don't see how that makes it your problem. They can't be a bunch of ducklings their whole lives. If people tried solving things on their own sometimes maybe they wouldn't have to ask for help so much."
Clearly Jefferson just wasn't a people person. With a sigh he snatched the rhyme book out of her hand, tossed it back onto the shelf, and non-too-gently shoved the one that was in his hand into her grasp, keeping it pressed against her until she'd take it. He wasn't keen on this complaining about helping him. The personal space thing wasn't on his list of social skills either. "If you have a better idea at any point in time, please, feel free to share it." If he recalled, it was her that complained that he wasn't helpful. "If not, let's see about borrowing this book and move on. The less time we spend here the better. You can figure out how to tell people 'no' when we get home."