Graham lay back in Regina's bed and found his mind wandering to Emma. Emma Swan. The name suited her, she could be full of beauty and light, but you certainly wouldn't want to piss her off. He felt different since she had come to their little town of Storybrooke. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about her that fascinated him. That made him want to tease her and make her laugh. Maybe because, just like him, behind the distance and the walls, there was a person who just wanted to be loved. If he was being honest with himself, when he had seen her come in to Regina's house with Henry that first night, it was the only time he'd felt a spark of feeling in years. As he'd slowly gotten to know her over the past few weeks, he had grown to care about her, about what she thought of him. That's why Graham couldn't explain about himself and Regina. He couldn't stand the hurt and accusation that he knew would be in her eyes if she found out. That and whatever forced him into Regina's house was something he didn't understand himself. It wasn't as though he enjoyed it other than the physical gratification. He detested Regina, and yet for some reason he kept crawling back to her like an obedient puppy. That had to change, he decided. Emma was the only thing around here that made him feel remotely human and he wasn't going to lose that because of the confusing relationship he had with Regina. He would regret it if he never saw her in his office again, informing him that women had just as much authority as men or reluctantly accepting his bear-claw bribe to work nightshift. He guessed that was the reason he had also asked Emma to be his deputy. The urge to be emotionally close to another human being was something he hadn't felt for a long time, and now that he did feel it, he wanted reassurance that she wasn't going to skip town. The thought of her leaving and going to live her life in Boston again was something he didn't even want to consider. He had a feeling that Henry would stay in Storybrooke, and as long as he did, so would Emma. The kid had a way of getting under your skin without you realising it- just like his mother, he thought wryly.