Somehow, he knows. Not everything, of course. It's not like he and Emma spend absolutely every second together. But he just knows, anyway, that there's something on her mind, because they're here and others are not and why would there not be something on her mind?
He's been giving her some space, because he knows that sometimes she wants it. Sometimes he wants it, so he understands her need for it. But he's also been figuring out lately that he's better when he's not alone, and he hopes that Emma won't say no to a little company.
It doesn't take him long to find her. She's predictable in ways she maybe doesn't even realize. Just like when his mind is in turmoil he turns to the sea, when hers is that way she turns to public spaces large enough where she can be alone and yet not at the same time. Such as parks like the one where he eventually finds her. He should have figured it out sooner. Henry's not here. Who else would be on her mind right now? Where else to look but somewhere known for families?
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He's been giving her some space, because he knows that sometimes she wants it. Sometimes he wants it, so he understands her need for it. But he's also been figuring out lately that he's better when he's not alone, and he hopes that Emma won't say no to a little company.
It doesn't take him long to find her. She's predictable in ways she maybe doesn't even realize. Just like when his mind is in turmoil he turns to the sea, when hers is that way she turns to public spaces large enough where she can be alone and yet not at the same time. Such as parks like the one where he eventually finds her. He should have figured it out sooner. Henry's not here. Who else would be on her mind right now? Where else to look but somewhere known for families?
He approaches quietly, from the side. "Swan?"