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Emma's head rose at the sound of the doorbell and she let out a deep breath that she didn't know that she was holding. She stood up hastily, relieved that Regina had gotten there so quickly. She turned the light on for the first time that night and panicked as she saw the pure state of her living room. She shrugged dully to herself as she walked towards the door; the appearance of her house was the least of her problems.

Regina couldn't help but be taken back as soon as the door was opened. Emma stood in front of her, her usual shining emerald eyes painted with a painful red tinge and her pink lips were dried and chapped. Her blonde hair was tangled and teased and her usual upbeat personality had been completely disintegrated. She hadn't seen Emma in this way since just after the funeral. "Emma." She said softly and rested a comforting hand on the blondes arm. Her eyes met with Emma's tear filled ones. "What's happened?"

"Nothing. I just… I'm just being dumb." Emma bowed her head and pulled away from Regina's touch, walking back inside with Regina following her closely behind. She suddenly felt extremely stupid for calling the other woman over, especially now, when she had thought that she was finally moving on.

"Emma." Regina said her name more firmly this time.

Emma flopped down on the couch and released a heavy sigh. She knew how persistent Regina could be and keeping anything from Regina was near enough impossible for her to do. "It's Killian's birthday today. Or… It was Killian's birthday." She looked down into her lap knowing that tears were beckoning to fall if she looked up at the brunette.

Regina sat down beside Emma and rested her hand on top of hers. "How did I not know this?" She berated herself inwardly before turning her attention back to the fragile blonde beside her. "I'm so sorry, dear. You shouldn't have had to go through today on your own."

"It's okay. I was at my parents' house earlier but I wasn't really in the mood for socializing." She squeezed Regina's hand, appreciating the support from her friend. "You weren't to know. I mean, you and Killian were hardly best friends were you?"

Regina let out a dry chuckle. "That's an understatement."

Emma smiled. The first genuine smile she had given all day. "Yeah. You know, you two weren't so different."

"So insulting." Regina frowned and rolled her eyes which resulted in light laughter from Emma. "Okay, Miss Swan." Regina switched to a more serious tone of voice before standing up and pulling Emma up with her. "Here's what's going to happen now. You are going to take a nice long shower and I am going to salvage this so called living room of yours."

"You don't have to, Regina. I can sort all this out tomorrow."

"Shower. That's an order." Regina pointed to the stairs and gave Emma a small nudge into the direction of them. Emma obliged and headed upstairs leaving Regina to survey just how much damage had been done to the once pristine room.

Before Emma had even made it to the top of the stairs Regina had placed the lid back on the bottle of rum hoping that the smell would waft away before it made her gag. She opened the curtains and a window to let some air into the room and then began to pick up miscellaneous items which were strewn across the floor. She hesitated as she picked up the red leather jacket which had somehow found itself under the couch. Holding it up, she couldn't help but smile as Emma's familiar scent of vanilla and something else which she could never quite decipher drifted over her. She shook the jacket a couple of times to get out the creases and then hung it on the empty coat stand by the door, an apparatus which apparently was just for decoration in Emma's house.

Emma returned from the bathroom, her wet hair scraped back into a high pony tail and her eyes significantly less puffy than they had previously been. She had changed into a loose gray t-shirt and some sweatpants which were a great deal more comfortable than the jeans she had previously been wearing. "Wow, Gina. You must have used some powerful magic to get this place looking so good." Emma scanned the room, clearly impressed with what she was seeing.

"Please, my magic may be good but fifteen years of tidying up after Henry has made me a professional of cleaning up messes without the use of my magic."

"Well, whatever. You did a great job."

Regina smiled proudly and handed Emma a glass of wine which she had just finished pouring.

"I have wine?" Emma raised an eyebrow; she didn't remember ever buying a bottle of wine. Her alcohol collection consisted mainly of beer and the occasional spirit.

Regina rolled her eyes while she poured herself a glass. "It's Domaine de la Pousse d'or. It's a very fine wine. If you recall I bought it for you last Christmas."

"Domaine de la what?" Emma smelled the yellowish liquid and took a cautious sip. "Hm, not bad."

"It's French, dear. And it's an extremely superior wine." Regina chuckled at Emma's ignorance and headed back over to the couch motioning for Emma to follow.

"Perfect for a Queen then, huh?" Emma smirked and took another sip as she followed closely behind Regina. "Well, in that case then it's tres magnifique." She emphasized using her best French accent.

Regina laughed. "You're an idiot." She elbowed Emma in jest who then laughed along with the brunette.

There was a comfortable silence between the pair as each of them took small mouthfuls of wine and Emma fidgeted on the couch trying to find the most comfortable spot. Regina watched in amusement and held off from speaking until she was positive that Emma was sitting still. When she was sure she placed her wine glass on the table in front of them and turned so that she was facing Emma. "We should really talk about earlier."

Emma subconsciously copied Regina's actions, placing her own glass down beside the other one. "Do we have to?" She asked, slightly disgruntled by the suggestion. She hated talking about her feelings besides that was what she went to Dr. Hopper for, wasn't it?

"Yes, Emma. I'm worried about you."

"It was just a setback, that's all. I was overreacting. I shouldn't have text you. I'm okay. I promise."

Regina furrowed her brow, not entirely believing what Emma was telling her. "You weren't overreacting. You lost somebody who you were very close to. It's going to be hard but you can't keep everything to yourself. You have to let other people help you."

"Like you do, you mean?" Emma responded defensively, a bitter sarcasm lacing her words. "Actually Regina, I'm pretty sure you've been doing just that, haven't you? I wasn't the only person who lost somebody." Emma spat, her anger entirely getting the better of her.

"Emma, please. I don't want to start an argument with you." Regina softened her voice; she really hadn't intended to offend Emma in any way.

"Why not? Scared you might learn some home truths?" Emma shifted on the couch creating a distance between her and the other woman. "Because you know what Regina, I know you're seeing Dr. Hopper and I know that you're still hurting over Robin so don't you dare come in here and tell me how I should or shouldn't be acting, okay?" Emma stood up angrily, tears of frustration filling her eyes. She turned around to face Regina expecting the brunette to be just as angry as she was but instead she saw something else in her brown eyes. She saw a comfort, an understanding. "I just.. ." She paused to collect her breath before finishing her sentence. "I miss him every day." Her voice broke and she allowed the tears to fall freely down her face.

Regina rushed over to Emma and wrapped her arms around her. "I know you do. I know." She soothed, rubbing her back gently. "And that's good. I'd be more worried if you didn't miss him. It'll get easier for you, I promise."

Emma held onto Regina tightly, making the most of the comfort that she had so badly needed. They stayed that way for a few minutes before Emma slowly and somewhat reluctantly pulled away. "I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Don't worry about it, Emma. You were right." Regina wiped away the remaining tears from Emma's cheek with her thumb. "I am visiting Dr. Hopper, he's helping me come to terms with Robin's death and yes, I am very much still hurting over it."

"You know I'm here for you too, Regina." Emma placed her hand on Regina's forearm and squeezed it tenderly. She felt incredibly guilty about how she had just handled things, Regina had been the best friend to her over the past few months, the last thing that she deserved was to be yelled at.

"You have been here for me. All those nights we spent together talking, the lunches we shared at Granny's, the days we spent sorting through Robin and Hook's belongings. All of that was helping me too."

Emma smiled at Regina's confession; it made her feel a whole lot better knowing that she was helping Regina out. "Thank you for everything. "

"You're welcome." Regina returned Emma's smile. "Now, I'm exhausted and you must be too. I should be getting back."

"No." Emma pouted which caused Regina to smirk almost immediately after the action. "I mean, you should stay. You've been drinking and I would really actually like it if you stayed."

Regina thought the suggestion over in her head for a couple of seconds before giving into the blonde. "I suppose that would make sense. I wouldn't want the Sheriff to arrest me for driving under the influence now, would I? And, well my magic does get a little unpredictable after a glass of wine."

Emma nodded, agreeing completely with Regina's reasoning. It also reminded her how she hadn't made an arrest in quite some time. "Exactly, it makes perfect sense. You can stay in Henry's room, he said that the bed in there is almost as comfy as the one he has at your place."

"Looks like I'm going to have to try it out then. I best let Zelena know not to expect me back." Regina excused herself and went into the hallway to call her sister.

Emma smiled triumphantly and carried the now empty wine glasses through to the kitchen leaving them on the side; she would clean them tomorrow, probably. Once again Regina had cheered her up when she thought that nobody could, she smiled and made a mental note that she would be the one to pay for lunch tomorrow. She looked over her shoulder when she heard the sound of footsteps making their way towards her. "Everything sorted?"

"Yes although I might have a tough time convincing my sister that I am not romancing your father."

"What?" Emma's eyes widened at what Regina had just said.

"I'll fill you in on that ridiculous theory later. Sometimes I think it was easier when Zelena and I were trying to kill each other." Regina chuckled and shook her head at the memory of her and her sisters past antics. "Now let me try out that bed of Henry's."

"Okay, I don't really know if I want to hear about this theory." Emma laughed, completely confused with what Regina was going on about. "Right this way, Your Majesty. Your bed awaits for you." Emma jested and hopped up the stairs two at a time.

Regina rolled her eyes once again at Emma but followed after her nonetheless albeit a little slower. "Such an idiot." She whispered under her breath but couldn't hide the huge smile from appearing on her face.