She sits back down at the table across from Henry, completely at a loss for what just happened. He gives her a curious look before starting back into his pancakes. Emma swallows and, in picking up her cup to take a sip, realizes that her hand is shaking.
"Mom, are you alright?" Henry asks, looking from her hand to her face.
"Yeah, yeah, fine..." she responds, setting the cup back down, "The crazy guy at the door just reminded me of something… but I can't place what." There had been something in the split-second touch of their lips before she had shoved him away. Something like pleasure, something like this had happened before… but that was impossible. Emma had never seen the pirate-esque man in her life. She shook her head, shaking the confusing and jumbled thoughts out of her head. This time when she picked up her cup, she smiled genuinely at her son – after all these years, she still sometimes felt pleasantly surprised about their life together.