[ he's certainly noticed all the locked doors and areas blocked off for construction himself. he's not sure what they mean, just that a very confusing attempt to pick their locks showed there was nothing to pick. he wasn't sure if they were new locks and he'd just never encountered them, or if something a bit more ominous was underfoot. a magic lock might not be capable of being picked, not even for a pirate who had never had a problem getting through a lock before. there's got to be something beyond it, the answer might be just waiting beyond reach, and he's never let a locked door stop him before.
maybe that's not something to be overly proud of.
she doesn't need to be strong for him. Hook is, relatively, on level footing. or at least, compared to the man suddenly risen from the dead and the queen stripped of her magic. he had his hand to worry about, but the last thing he wanted was to put an additional weight on Emma's shoulders. she was the savior, she always brought responsibility on her shoulders whether it was deserved or not. it was one of many things he loved about her, but it was also exhausting to watch her on occasion. she rarely had time to be herself, to do what she wanted. Emma was always fighting, always protecting, always... so if he could offer her even a moment of sanctuary, then he'd give it.
he steps aside so she can enter, not particularly flummoxed by the fact a small tornado had ripped through his room. he'd put it back together (more or less) once he had a spare moment. he was surprisingly orderly when given the opportunity, the navy taught lessons one didn't easily forget. the lamp was a goner, but he'd really been hoping to get through that window. perhaps it seemed foolish to tear apart the space that was supposed to be his, but to him it would have been foolish not to. he didn't trust anything about this place, and he wouldn't let himself be surprised by something hidden in his room.
he was used to Neverland, a place rife with traps and a very cruel demon calling the shots. this place didn't seem so different, just no Pan. ]
Is Baelfire... [ Hook stalled out, not knowing exactly what he wanted to ask. all right? well, he wasn't dead anymore, so that was better than he'd been in Storybrooke. that didn't mean things were much easier for him. nevermind, moving on. ] I should have found you, but I didn't find anything new.
[ however foolishly, he had hoped to find some good news to bring back to her. all he'd learned was they were even more stuck than originally thought. ]
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maybe that's not something to be overly proud of.
she doesn't need to be strong for him. Hook is, relatively, on level footing. or at least, compared to the man suddenly risen from the dead and the queen stripped of her magic. he had his hand to worry about, but the last thing he wanted was to put an additional weight on Emma's shoulders. she was the savior, she always brought responsibility on her shoulders whether it was deserved or not. it was one of many things he loved about her, but it was also exhausting to watch her on occasion. she rarely had time to be herself, to do what she wanted. Emma was always fighting, always protecting, always... so if he could offer her even a moment of sanctuary, then he'd give it.
he steps aside so she can enter, not particularly flummoxed by the fact a small tornado had ripped through his room. he'd put it back together (more or less) once he had a spare moment. he was surprisingly orderly when given the opportunity, the navy taught lessons one didn't easily forget. the lamp was a goner, but he'd really been hoping to get through that window. perhaps it seemed foolish to tear apart the space that was supposed to be his, but to him it would have been foolish not to. he didn't trust anything about this place, and he wouldn't let himself be surprised by something hidden in his room.
he was used to Neverland, a place rife with traps and a very cruel demon calling the shots. this place didn't seem so different, just no Pan. ]
Is Baelfire... [ Hook stalled out, not knowing exactly what he wanted to ask. all right? well, he wasn't dead anymore, so that was better than he'd been in Storybrooke. that didn't mean things were much easier for him. nevermind, moving on. ] I should have found you, but I didn't find anything new.
[ however foolishly, he had hoped to find some good news to bring back to her. all he'd learned was they were even more stuck than originally thought. ]