The first place Killian went once he was back to Storybrooke was the docks. He had to make sure his ship was alright. It was all he had. He stood at the end of the docks, looking up at his now visible ship, its presence the only comfort in the town. Since he'd been left in that godforsaken city by her again, he knew that this would be his only solace.
That was why he was surprised when he boarded the ship that he saw her standing at the bow of the ship, the gusts coming of the ocean making her blonde tresses dance. Just seeing her again almost made him forget how mad he'd been when the Tamara woman had told him where they'd gone. Once again, Emma had made sure that he would be released and, once he'd been forced to change into this world's atrocious garb, Tamara had given him a ride to Storybrooke.
He took small, slow steps toward her, making sure not to make a sound. She seemed very at peace, and he found himself not wanting to disturb it until the last possible second. Once he was upon her, he put an arm on either side of her, making sure she couldn't leave. He had some things to say and she was going to listen to him. He felt a satisfying pull of pride when she jumped in surprise.
"Good afternoon, love. You're looking rather well," he said in her ear, making sure to invade her space a bit more than necessary.
He felt her tense up, but she didn't turn her body to face him, only her head. "I was. It was pretty peaceful until you arrived."
"Oh don't be like that, darling. I think I'm the one with the right to be a bit testy after being left behind again." He let just a little bit of venom lace the comment.
She sighed, knowing he was right. She wanted to say she was sorry, but she couldn't bring the words out. "You're back sooner than expected. How'd you make it back so quickly?"
"The Crocodile's future daughter-in-law gave me transport. Which, funnily enough, I hear is to be your son's step mother." He had pieced together what that meant for her. That the Crocodile's son had been the one to damage her so much that she couldn't trust him. "He left you, didn't he? Just like his father left him?" He felt her stiffen even more. "Open book, love. I don't have to be looking at you to know things."
It was then that she turned around, and he could see the few tears going down her face. "I'm sorry I left you behind. I just… This trusting people thing… I'm not used to it yet… And I want to trust you," she said, looking into his eyes. "I don't know why, but there's something there…that makes me want to trust you."
"I want you to trust me," he said, returning her gaze. He then brought his face down so that they were eye to eye. "But let me be perfectly clear. If you ever leave me behind again, I won't be so keen on forgiveness the next time. If you can't tell, I can hold a grudge pretty easily," he said, smirking. "Third time's the charm, Emma. Let's see what we can do with it."