"I guess that's true." She hasn't had the chance to really sit down and talk with Ruby since the curse broke. She knows slim details but they're all from Henry's book, not from the source herself. She'd like to know more, and maybe this is the silver lining in a shitty situation. Emma had thought of Ruby as a friend, before all this. Maybe it's a chance to get closer again. Emma would really, really like to have a friend. She doesn't have much of those, not really.
Emma does cry on occasion, when pushed to the limit. She'd cried when she thought she had lost Henry, not once but twice. She'd cried in the broken shell of her nursery, forced to stare down the fact that Snow had given up just as much as she'd lost. It's happened more and more lately, but if there was ever a reason to be overwhelmed, it had to be this. To be facing down an unbelievable weight of darkness was intimidating for anyone. She didn't regret doing it, not even now. Regina deserved her happy ending, and Emma had taken on the curse to protect all of Storybrooke, she'd never regret that. It was just a lot more of a burden than she'd realized in the heat and fear of the moment.
She's at least a little surprised by the hug. Not many people offered those to her, at least, not outside of her family. She's gotten a hell of a lot better at accepting them than she used to be, though. She curves her arms past Ruby's side to press at her back as her head hits her shoulder. It cements the height the brunette has on her, that the top of her head ends up near her ears instead of looking her right in the eye.
"Okay," she agrees in a watery tone, and that doesn't sound like a hell of a sentimental answer, but it is. Emma isn't good at showing what she feels, most of the time. It means everything that Red wants to be there for her, though, even at her worst.
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Emma does cry on occasion, when pushed to the limit. She'd cried when she thought she had lost Henry, not once but twice. She'd cried in the broken shell of her nursery, forced to stare down the fact that Snow had given up just as much as she'd lost. It's happened more and more lately, but if there was ever a reason to be overwhelmed, it had to be this. To be facing down an unbelievable weight of darkness was intimidating for anyone. She didn't regret doing it, not even now. Regina deserved her happy ending, and Emma had taken on the curse to protect all of Storybrooke, she'd never regret that. It was just a lot more of a burden than she'd realized in the heat and fear of the moment.
She's at least a little surprised by the hug. Not many people offered those to her, at least, not outside of her family. She's gotten a hell of a lot better at accepting them than she used to be, though. She curves her arms past Ruby's side to press at her back as her head hits her shoulder. It cements the height the brunette has on her, that the top of her head ends up near her ears instead of looking her right in the eye.
"Okay," she agrees in a watery tone, and that doesn't sound like a hell of a sentimental answer, but it is. Emma isn't good at showing what she feels, most of the time. It means everything that Red wants to be there for her, though, even at her worst.