Heartless.

whether it helped or not, it was the only place henry had as a starting point and he had to give it a go. not that it was high on his priority list… because now graham was in front of him, and- he remembered him. he actually remembered henry somehow. a wry smile spread across henry’s face and he shrugged. “that would be me. i-” he stopped and laughed. this was. this was truly insane. first he’d found his father, and now… “are we sure i’m not dead, because i’m meeting a lot of people i didn’t think i’d see again for a long time.”

Graham had a hint of a smile on his face, but he had no idea what he was feeling.  Henry, the kid he’d helped keep an eye on back in Storybrooke was now a grown man, and that only meant one thing.  “I’ve been gone this long?”  He muttered, mostly to himself.  He must have missed so much.  “No, Henry, you’re not dead, and... neither am I.  Somehow.”  

as he got closer, the man appeared more and more familiar to him, although at first henry couldn’t place entirely why. he gave the man a small smile and nodded. “i’m more interested in how i got here for now. if i can figure that part out, then i can figure out how to get back home later.” hearing the man’s voice though… it made henry trail off. it had been a long, long time since he’d seen graham, the sheriff who had been for a long time in his life the only real adult male figure, a man he’d spent a long time trying to emulate for his positivity and goodwill. if henry had identified anyone as a father figure when he was a child… it would have been- “graham?”

“Well, I’m afraid I can’t help you much in that regard, either.  I’m still trying to figure that out for myself.”  Graham replied with a shake of his head.  He was doubtful that he’d find any answers, but he was still going to try.  Right now, he was trying to figure out where he knew this man from.  “Uh, yep, that’s me.  Do I...”  His voice trailed off as he got a better look at the man.  Looking into his eyes, Graham knew that he had undeniably seen them before, but he swore they had more of a childlike innocence last time.  Still, his mind made the connection, and his expression dropped.  “Henry...?”

“Huh, that’s not a bad question.  I’d have to go with time travel, for obvious reasons, I think.”

“Huh, guess not all of us have a sense of humor”

“Oh no, I have a sense of humor.  It’s just different than yours.”

“Personally, I take you very seriously in this.” She said, only managing to smile just a little bit. “I mean…it is a very umm…serious sweater? Kind of?” She managed to last only a few moments before laughing. “Maybe the robber will be dressed as a gingerbread man!”

“Do you now?”  Graham asked with a raised eyebrow.  “A gingerbread man?  Well, that would take the nursery rhyme to a new extreme.”

(¸.• ♛ → “Perhaps but it’s jut a really nice sweater” She said with a small smile on her lips, looking at the man “However, doesn’t matter what a criminal can think, matters about your skill I guess, right?”

“It’s alright.”  Graham conceded with a small nod.  “I suppose that’s true.  Still, I could be the most skilled police officer in town, which is far from true, and it would still be hard for anyone to take me seriously dressed like this.”

“Not sure how to answer that one. Depends what you believe in” for obvious reasons he could understand why most people wouldn’t believe in magic, but it did make things harder. “Hilarious as that would be. You might melt in summer”.

“Trust me, mate, I’ll believe just about anything.”  After everything he’d seen and been put through, nothing seemed unbelievable to him.  “Nah, I’ll just carry around one of those portable fans.  I’ll be fine.”