The Cassidy/Swan/Mills trio were due for a family trip. Since they had returned from Neverland, Emma didn't see the harm in trying to forgive Neal. It was going to take time... Lots of it, but at the end of the day she did care about him. Henry had handled the series of unfortunate events quite well, especially considering he was an eleven year old kid.

"I still can't believe you chose a castle, Henry." Emma called from her room.

Actually, she could believe it. He was a Charming, after all.

"Mom, you said we could go anywhere I wanted." Henry argued from the living room.

"Yeah kid, I did. But a castle? How was I supposed to know you'd pick a castle in Scotland?" she said, a slight laughing escpaing her as she thought about how ridiculous this sounded.

Neal had sold his Manhattan apartment, and Emma had sold her Boston apartment. For now, Neal was staying with them. Five people in one apartment wasn't really cutting it at the moment, but she didn't want to make any rash living decisions.

Living with her parents was nice, considering the fact that she was still getting to know them. Henry having Neal around never hurt either and it gave her some free time to break out the ol' curling iron again.

"Hey Emma," Neal said, sending a nod her way as he toppled through the front door.

Plastic bags occupied his hands and after he attempted to close the door, he kicked it closed with his foot.

"Neal," she said, stuck watching him.

"What, my hair messed up?" he asked, setting the groceries down on the counter and giving his hair a ruffle.

"No, it's not that," she said, holding in her laugh at his now messy hair.

She looked down, trying to hide her smile. His hair looked it's best when it was messy.

xxx

Henry was taking the full castle tour, and now it was just her and Neal in their castle themed room and she couldn't pinpoint why her lungs were starting to feel tight.

Before she could catch her breath, she heard Neal say the impossible.

"It's near a beach."

Her heart falls to the floor and her eyes start to sting. How she's going to get through this trip, she's not quite sure. They had a lot to sort out, so they might as well start well.

Taking a quick look out the window, she winces at the sight.

"Neal, I-" she starts out before being cut off.

"I went looking for you..." Neal states, his hands shaking.

"I went to Tallahassee. I thought maybe you'd be there."

He sits down on the edge of the bed and just stares at her.

"I was there for two years, Neal. I never once saw you. If you're lying to me so help me God-" she blurted out, getting so close to him that he gets a wiff of her perfume.

"I'm not lying!" he shouts, standing and simultaneously throwing his hands in the air.

"YOU were with someone else!" he yells, his voice shaking, a finger pointed right at her.

"I..." Emma starts, drifting off, "I was.."

"You looked like you didn't want to be found." It sounded like a confession, an excuse, a reason he never reached out to her.

She was still looking out the window. Sobs escaped her, but she learned how to silence them long ago.

Her shoulders shook, and guilt washed over Neal.

"Em, I-"

"Save it," she managed to choke out.

He rested his hands behind his head and stood there, not able to break his gaze. He had hurt her again without even trying.

She walked past, purposely knocking into him. He watched her fumble with the bathroom doorknob, considering she'd get even angrier if he tried to help her, and when she entered he heard the door lock behind her.

xxx

Henry had came by the hotel room for a moment only to grab his swim trunks. The pool had impressed him and he was testing it out.

Emma had been in the bathroom for hours and Neal hadn't heard a single noise out of her.

He was a worrier he had to admit, and he couldn't stop himself from knocking on the door.

"Go away."

Emma's voice was muffled behind the door.

"Em, come on. We need to talk this out eventually."

He heard the lock pop and he slowly pushed the door open.

Emma was there, slung over the toilet bowl, blond curls falling down her shoulders.

"Oh God, Em." Neal said, standing in the door way, not sure what to do.

"I told you to go away," she warned, her voice worn.

"What the hell happened to you?" he asked, grabbing her hair in his hands.

She had cried until she made herself sick.

"I'm good," she confirmed attempting to stand on her own two feet.

"Let's get you to the bed."

He scooped her up into his arms, and she let her head rest on his shoulder. He laid her down carefully on the bed and planted a kiss on her forehead.

She was exhausted to the point where it didn't even make her flinch. Maybe she needed that from him.

Before he could say another word, Emma was sound asleep. He winced when he noticed the expression on her face; It was red and stained with tears.

He looked down to see his tear stained shirt.

She had left some of her pain with him.