Whether or not they ever resolve the tensions from their past remains to be seen, but Neal's all for starting with a fresh and neutral stance. Especially in this place, especially considering when Hook leaves he may well be leaving Neal in the grave where he belongs. Far be it from him to be the asshole that haunts someone with the regrets of their past or whatever, right? Let the guy feel like they developed peace between them, it's not like he needs to carry a grudge across a couple centuries anyway. Easier to bury it all in the past and not think about it or bring it up, as far as he's concerned.
There are bigger things to deal with.
Neal takes a second to orientate himself in Hook's space, eyes flicking over the tiny details, looking for parallels between this room and the cabin he remembers from when he was a boy. Neverland, through all of the magic it held, did a wonderful job at preserving memories despite the centuries that passed there. As far as similarities go, though, it's minimal. Orderly, neat, but bearing almost none of the same artifacts or furniture.
He's almost disappointed, weirdly. Whatever. A frown tugs at his lips, at his brow, but he tears his eyes from the desk, the lamp, the bed, the room, and settles them on the pirate again. Crosses his arms absently over his chest, faltering a beat before finally mustering up some words.
"I keep seeing her," He drops finally, cutting straight to the point. "The woman I was engaged to, the one-"
The one who betrayed him. Cheated on him. Lied to him. Died.
"Tamara. Everywhere I go, all day, she keeps... She's there."
no subject
There are bigger things to deal with.
Neal takes a second to orientate himself in Hook's space, eyes flicking over the tiny details, looking for parallels between this room and the cabin he remembers from when he was a boy. Neverland, through all of the magic it held, did a wonderful job at preserving memories despite the centuries that passed there. As far as similarities go, though, it's minimal. Orderly, neat, but bearing almost none of the same artifacts or furniture.
He's almost disappointed, weirdly. Whatever. A frown tugs at his lips, at his brow, but he tears his eyes from the desk, the lamp, the bed, the room, and settles them on the pirate again. Crosses his arms absently over his chest, faltering a beat before finally mustering up some words.
"I keep seeing her," He drops finally, cutting straight to the point. "The woman I was engaged to, the one-"
The one who betrayed him. Cheated on him. Lied to him. Died.
"Tamara. Everywhere I go, all day, she keeps... She's there."