"What?" that was the only word he could say.

Regina passed a hand through her hair and sighted, she knew he would have his reserves to that plan.

"It can work, Robin." She replied. "Emma did it with Henry and I also did it with him."

Robin stood up from the sofa and started to walk in circles with a hand on his chin, looking down to his own boots.

"A son's love is very powerful."

"Are you listening to yourself?" he shouted turning to be face to face. "You said Marian's heart had very little time, what if this doesn't works?" He seemed so angry, but he was more afraid than angry. "What if Roland can't do nothing but stare and look how his mother dies?"

Regina stood at him; she didn't know how to say. She thought that the same that worked with her could work with Marian. But well thought… there was a huge difference. Henry was older than Roland, he had more conscious memories and that helped to break the course.

"Of course, you have nothing to say."

Regina moved a hand above the table and made one of those relaxing apple and cinnamon candle appear.

"I'm not talking to you if you keep yelling at me." She blew to the candle and it lighted up.

He pointed to the candle with a challenging look.

"That won't work on me."

Regina breathed the sweet smell of the candle and then she let her body lay again on the sofa.

"Don't underestimate the power of this magic; the extended inhalation of this has the same effects as weed."

Robin looked at her as she was speaking another language, with the sweet smell already filling his lungs and feeling more relaxed. "weed?" Regina rolled her eyes. Of course, there wasn't such a thing in their world.

"It's a drug." She pointed the candle. "But this is safe, this doesn't cause damages."

Robin opened wide his eyes as much as he could. And took quick steps towards the candle and blew the fire.

"What are you thinking about?" He started yelling again. "Is this what you do with your live now? Just inhale this and let the days pass by?"

Then Regina turned her eyes aside and remained quiet. He already knew the answer to that.

He sat by her side and grabbed her arm. "Regina!"

"Don't yell at me!" she complained, moving her arm to free herself. She was a bit absentminded after breathing that candle smell for two hours in the tub.

"You are high." He spoke with an angry and also worrying tone of his voice.

She blinked fast to help her thought get in order.

"No I'm not, now go" She said turning her face away.

Seeing her like this hurt him too much and he knew it was his fault. Regina was losing herself into loneliness. She was building her walls up again, that's how she felt save, where no one could hurt her. He grabbed her both arms forcing her to look at him, but she was as stubborn as always and kept her face looking aside.

"I'm not going anywhere, Regina." He tried to talk calm, but his fingers were pressing her arms in case she wanted to go away.

"Go." She muttered before moving her arms again. "Go!" She shouted. "You don't want my help!"

Her hands moved in a chaotic choreography of defense. He tried to avoid her hands, moving his head back and forth, it but a nail ended up scratching his cheek.

"Regina! Stop this!"

Despite what he thought it would happen, Regina left her arms down and he approached the moment to sneak an arm behind her knees, the other one hugging her shoulders and pick her up. Regina rested his absent head on his chest; she had no emotional strength to keep him away in that moment.

Robin walked to the stairs in absolute silence, giving her a look ever three seconds. But Regina was looking anywhere. He felt miserable, he abandoned her from the firs moment he saw Marian again. He deserved to be treated as her carpet. Like one of those bear carpets with the opened mouth and all his limbs extended on the floor. Yeah, if Regina returned to be entirely the evil queen he will sure end like that.

He took Regina to her bed room and laid her on the bed as delicately he could. She shrank on the bed till her knees touched her breasts.

"I'll make some coffee…" He said while walking out of the bedroom. "Try to sleep."

…

Regina woke up on her bed a bit out of place. She didn't remember falling asleep, she remember… she was in the tub, and then in the dining room and Robin was there. Slowly and quiet, she sat on the bed. It was dark, Regina switched on the lights and looked to her table clock it was almost ten o'clock. She was completely dressed up, so nothing strange happened.

A delicious smell came from downstairs. Was Robin still there?

She stood up and walked to her closet. Pulling down her dress zip she reached her nightgown, red as blood. She left the dress on the floor where it had fallen.

She went out of her bedroom and down the stairs. Little by little she remembered all the conversation she had with him. She felt ashamed, she wanted to go back to bed and sleep. Sleep to forget. But she wasn't a coward, she was brave.

As her naked feet walked towards the kitchen, the delicious smell went stronger. Meat, French fries and fried eggs. Robin was concentrated, watching everything he was doing.

"Why are you still here?" she muttered. Her voice sounded weak and she couldn't help that. Her throat was completely dry and she felt her tongue as a sticky sponge.

Robin turned to see her the first second he heard her voice.

"Well" He began while he was preparing to plates for, what it seemed, a dinner for two. "I made coffee, but you felt asleep. And I didn't want to leave you like that, so I waited and I made dinner, just in case you´ll woke up."

Regina raised her eyebrows at the same time she passed a hand through her hair. Well, that sounded logic, incredibly romantic, but logic.

"And there's more." He continued talking.

Regina took a deep breath, she should be happy just because he still talked to her.

"What?"

He approached her with slow steps.

"We'll do your idea."