I am nervous with this chapter. I am a female writing a man's POV, so I am going to try this. Bare with me.

Robin sat in the booth next to Marian, Emma and Hook sat around the table, all trying to explain the past 30 years to her, the curse, Storybrooke, this realm, etc. But Robin was no longer listening, he felt an immense pain settle in his heart. He looked over at his wife, or late wife? He had never thought he would see her again. Spent years feeling her loss. But now, as she sat beside him, he didn't know what he felt. He knew that Regina was not here. He felt it the moment she left. Their hearts had been to in-tuned to each other lately, of course he could feel her pain. He was using every ounce of will power to keep himself upright.

Marian seemed to be completely overwhelmed that she just stopped acknowledging the new information she is given. Robin stopped everyone and put his hand on hers in her lap. Ignoring the fact that he felt emotion at touching her again. "Let that be enough for tonight. You need rest. Come let's get you settled in." He grabbed her hand and slid out of the booth pulling her with him. She smiled at him thankfully and reached to grab Roland's hand.

Roland regarded her warily still. Roland was so small when Robin lost Marian, Roland had only ever heard about her, stories and such. Robin saying her name must have made Roland realize who this person was suppose to be. Roland instead of taking Marian's hand reached for Robin's and held tightly. Robin only focused on getting up the stairs to the apartment they had been staying in for a little while since it turned cold out.

Robin entered and told Roland to get ready for bed. Robin turned to regard Marian, she was looking around the room, looking at the new contraptions from this realm. Honestly some of them still confused him still. Marian's eyes met his and she smiled coming over to wrap her arms around his middle. He held her, trying to summon the memories of holding her before, of her smell. But all he smelt was foreign. He hugged her back and sighed.

"Marian why don't you get some sleep. I am going to see to Roland."

"Why don't I come with you, he is my son too you know?" Smiling playfully, but Robin felt anything but playful.

"Marian, you have to realize he doesn't know you. He was only a baby when we lost you."

"But before, he called me Mama! He knows me. He recognizes his mother." Robin shook his head sadly.

"No, he only knows your name from stories I tell him, I tell him often of you, but he does not recognize you." Robin saw how it was hurting her to hear this, but Roland's feelings needed to be cared for. He did not want to overwhelm his son. "Marian I am glad to see you again, I thought I never would. But, " he paused trying to figure out his own feelings. "But I thought you had died, you heard Hook downstairs, it has been 30 years. I excepted that you died. I, just, need to think for a little while." He started walking out the door, pausing to check on Roland who was fast asleep in his little bed, that Regina had had brought over for him. Just thinking her name caused him to hurry out realizing Roland was okay for the moment. He all but almost ran out to the forrest.

The forrest has always been his home, his sanctuary. He started a small fire and sat on a log to stare at it. Tonight seemed to be an abnormally cold night for the time of year. But he didn't feel the cold, or the heat coming from the fire. He realized searching his heart, he felt nothing. He felt numb. He felt the ache still inside, and clutched his chest where his heart was. He finally allowed himself to think of Regina. He felt the sudden onslaught of pain hit him.

He knew he had hurt her, he knew what his reunion must have looked like. He knew what she was thinking. He hated himself for hurting her. When she had already had so much hurt in her life, he could now stand in the crowd of those who had caused the pain. He was worried. He felt her pain, or he did, now he just feels, numb. As if the pain had become so unbearable that one succumbed to the abyss. He knew all too well that feeling. But this time, it was different. It felt stronger, more painful.

He recalled the memories of the past day, last night, having a drink with Regina by her fireplace, and finding out about his tattoo, realizing what she was saying about being soul mates. Kissing her passionately, him carrying her up the stairs and gently laying her down on her bed. Seeing her bare body for the first time. He had never seen anything more beautiful then her staring up at him, hair splayed on the pillow, the love and contentment in her eyes. They worshiped each other that night. Felt every inch of skin. When they had joined together for the first time, something changed, they both felt it and stared down at each other in wonder. Everything suddenly shifted and they felt, magic. It had almost felt like they were creating magic. Creating something so pure, and made from so much love. They had declared their love, which led to another amazing joining. He shed a tear that night holding her so close.

He hated to admit it now, and he hated to admit it then, but he never felt that passion with Marian. He loved Marian, he loved everything about her, but they had been so young when they had gotten together. He didn't know what to do. Marian was his wife, or she was, is. But Regina was his soulmate. He knew it, he felt it. But he couldn't leave Marian now, she was confused and lost in this new world. He needed to talk to Rumplestiltskin and find out more about someone coming from the past to the future. He knew Marian didn't belong here, not anymore. He sighed, put out the fire and reluctantly returned to Roland and Marian.