A/N: Just a short thingy I wrote for Day 3 - Bed Sharing. Set after Henry left Storubrooke. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

The knob turned under his fingers and the door opened silently. He let himself in. He had knocked a few times but had not received an answer so he had decided to check what was going on.

"Regina," David called but did not receive a reply. She had to be home since the door was unlocked.

He checked the first floor but did not find her anywhere so he headed upstairs. He had no idea which room was Regina's bedroom but he heard a sob coming from behind one of the doors. He opened it and found Regina curled up in her bed. He opened his mouth to speak but she was faster.

"I don't recall inviting you." Her voice was steady and her words biting as usually despite the fact that she had probably been crying until now.

"I let myself in." David stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "We're all worried about you. We haven't seen you in days and I decided to check on you."

"You can go home and tell your wife that I'm fine." Regina made no move to turn around and look at him.

"I'm not going to lie to her, Regina," David said firmly. She was not fine and he wasn't going anywhere. He circled the bed and sat down on it, now able to see her face.

"What are you doing?" she raised her voice slightly and tried to glare at him but the effect was lost due to the visible salty tracks on her cheeks.

"You don't actually want to be left alone but it would kill you to admit it." He reached out to wipe away what was left of her tears but she caught his hand.

"Spare me the psychoanalysis, will you?" She pushed his hand away and moved to turn her back to him again.

"Henry wouldn't want this for you," David said, feeling guilty that he had to use her love for her son but she wouldn't listen to him otherwise.

She froze when he brought up Henry and a tear fell from her eye, leaving another wet trail on her skin. "I miss him so much," her voice trembled from all the emotions she was trying to hold in.

David didn't know what to say. They all missed Henry but they had moved on with their lives. In many senses Henry was Regina's life though. She had managed to find her place in the world because of him and now that he was gone, her world was falling apart.

He put his hand on her arm in an attempt to soothe her and this time she didn't push him away. She even relaxed under his touch. That was all that he needed to make up his mind. He lay down and rested his head on the second pillow.

"What do you think you're doing now?" This time Regina did sound a little angry but her eyes were wide and betrayed her confusion.

"Getting comfortable," he said as if it was obvious. "You can't expect me to sit like that all night. My back will be killing me tomorrow."

"That's why you have a bed. At home. With your wife and son." She returned quickly and her tone was firm, not leaving room for negotiation.

"Snow and Neal will be fine without me tonight." David wasn't giving up either.

"So will I," Regina insisted. "Snow will be worried sick if you don't go home."

"She'll be worried sick if I tell her I found you crying and left you alone," David said and won a death glare from her.

"David–"

"I'll message her." He held her gaze, making it clear that she couldn't change his mind.

"I'm in no mood for heart-to-heart," Regina finally gave in.

"As you wish." David grinned. "I'll text Snow that we'll be sleeping together tonight."

Regina rolled her eyes but chuckled. "Just be careful not to renew the feud between your wife and me. We don't have another forty years to spare."