"You're holding something back," she gazed at him. She wasn't accusing him, she was just more curious. There was something off about that, she knew that there was more than he was letting on.

"I don't know what else to say," Killian tensed for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders, moving backward to lean his body against the door frame. How did he end up so far away from her? (Figuratively and literally)

Emma crossed her arms and leaned back into the chair, the only sound in the room was the creaking of the chair as it rolled backwards. This was not the time to be keeping secrets especially when it might link to the current villains harassing the town, "Killian."

"Emma just drop it," he wasn't looking at her, instead his eyes were focused on the floor and his good hand was fiddling nervously with his hook. Emma could feel both anger and sadness flowing through her but she couldn't think of what emotion to focus on. No, she thought, they were a team. They are in this together.

Forgetting completely about the food that he had gotten for her, she rose from her chair and walked towards him, her body pinning his against the door frame. She grabbed his chin so she could lift his head until he was looking at her, stroking his cheek lightly, "Killian, please don't do this."

"Do what, Swan?" His voice sounded defeated, so unlike him.

"You know damn well what," she snapped, immediately regretting it, "I'm sorry. But you listen to me Jones, we are in this together. So if any of this Ursula shit is going to bite us in the ass, you need to tell me."

He rushed in to stop her, "It's noth—" she held a figure up to his lips. They had just opened a big 'ole can of worms.

"No, I'm talking," looking into his eyes, she could see the uncertainty with maybe a bit of fear. Good, maybe he needs this, "Do you remember what happened when you kept Gold's deal a secret from me?" Her voice cracked. God, he hated hearing her like this.

"Yes," he replied, ashamed.

"And do you remember what he made you do to repay that debt? Do you remember him trying to use that stupid hat on me? Do you remember him ripping out your heart?" She couldn't help the sob that came from her, tears welling up in her eyes.

His body filled with anger, more at himself than anything, "Of course I bloody well remember."

"Then don't do this. Don't keep this in, don't do this to us," she pleaded. She was scared. Terrified to no end. This was so unlike her, it felt strange to confide in someone like this, "Killian, when you were up in that clock tower and I couldn't move, you scared me to death. I would have never forgiven myself for that. Never. You say you're a survivor and I believe you. But that doesn't mean I'm not scared about losing you. He had your heart right in his hands. Seeing that made me feel like my own heart was breaking." She let the tears fall, sobs wracking her body.

"Emma, love," he breathed out, his arms around her tightly, one hand stroking the back of her head. He felt her arms wrapping around his waist, pulling him as close as he could possibly get.

Suddenly she felt embarrassed, for shouting at him, for feeling the way she felt and for letting herself fall into a moment of weakness. Letting her arms drop from where they were around his waist, she stepped back and wiped the tears from her eyes. She knew he was staring at her, but she couldn't look him in the eyes.

"God, Killian I am so sorry. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that," Turning towards the tissue box sitting on the desk she wiped her eyes. Tossing the tissue in the trash, she turned to find Killian inches away from her. He took no time and grabbed her hand and pulled it to his lips, placing a kiss on each knuckle.

"No need to apologize, love," he smiled down at her, pulling her head to his chest. She reached up and placed her hand over his heart, feeling the steady 'thump'. This was something that calmed her, knowing that his heart was there. That he was there. Dragging her over to the chair near the desk, he sat down and pulled her onto his lap where she rested her head on his shoulder. This was not necessarily how she expected the night to go.

"6 weeks, Killian. That's all we got," she murmured, "I hate knowing that something could happen to you, or to Henry, or to my parents. You guys are my family. I don't want to have to worry 24/7, but I do. And when you go around telling me how much of a survivor you are and then constantly put your life at risk, it kills me. And to make sure you're safe, I need to know that you're not in danger. We need to be open with one another, trust goes both ways and I need to know you trust me."

"Swan, of course I trust you," his good hand stroked her cheek and she melted into it. This was it for him, he took a deep breath, "I love you. I'd do anything to keep you safe. And if that means getting frozen over by a snow queen or getting sucked into a magical hat, I wouldn't think twice if it would ensure your safety."

Before she could even think or question any doubts, the words came out, "I love you, too." He couldn't help the grin that swept over his face as he leaned down and kissed her hard, pouring all of their love into that simple gesture.

So they sat there for what felt like forever. Enjoying whatever peace they could have before Killian spoke up, "Come on, love. Let's go get another grilled cheese."