The hotel truly get more and more like Neverland every day.
Seeing her face again, well, even with the ghost girl running around, seeing her wasn't a surprise. She would likely always haunt him. Seeing her was usually in nightmares, or dreams that turned into nightmares by the end. Seeing her in his actual life, well. . . that did happen when he didn't sleep properly. He tried to ignore it, the flash of her in his peripherals, the way she lingered just out of eyesight and the second he turned she was gone.
She wasn't there. He knew that. It just made him think about her, and while he'd never stopped, it'd been a very long time since it'd been so oppressive. Where she lingered on his thoughts like a sickness he couldn't escape. It was tempting to lose himself to it, but he couldn't afford that. Pushing down to breakfast was a distinct challenge, because he couldn't say he was remotely hungry, yet he had to give it a go (and steal a few bits for dinner, to boot).
He only has an orange when he spots the stiff spine of Regina Mills, and it's not like him to seek kinship in the queen but perhaps breakfast wouldn't be so bloody terrible. Just to shake him free of his thoughts. "A queen and a pirate eat breakfast. Sounds like the start of a joke." Don't ask him the punchline, he doesn't know. He frowns as he sits and actually catches her expression, but he isn't sure whether to ask.
15th
Seeing her face again, well, even with the ghost girl running around, seeing her wasn't a surprise. She would likely always haunt him. Seeing her was usually in nightmares, or dreams that turned into nightmares by the end. Seeing her in his actual life, well. . . that did happen when he didn't sleep properly. He tried to ignore it, the flash of her in his peripherals, the way she lingered just out of eyesight and the second he turned she was gone.
She wasn't there. He knew that. It just made him think about her, and while he'd never stopped, it'd been a very long time since it'd been so oppressive. Where she lingered on his thoughts like a sickness he couldn't escape. It was tempting to lose himself to it, but he couldn't afford that. Pushing down to breakfast was a distinct challenge, because he couldn't say he was remotely hungry, yet he had to give it a go (and steal a few bits for dinner, to boot).
He only has an orange when he spots the stiff spine of Regina Mills, and it's not like him to seek kinship in the queen but perhaps breakfast wouldn't be so bloody terrible. Just to shake him free of his thoughts. "A queen and a pirate eat breakfast. Sounds like the start of a joke." Don't ask him the punchline, he doesn't know. He frowns as he sits and actually catches her expression, but he isn't sure whether to ask.