"Hey, mom, have you seen-Oh…" Henry stopped mid-question, coming to abrupt halt in the middle of his living room. Sitting on the clean, suede gray couch was his mother, Regina Mills, and Robin Thatcher, Henry's Earth Science teacher. "Hi, Mr. Thatcher…" The boy mumbled, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Hi, Henry! How are you?" Robin smiled warmly, gently clutching a glass of scotch. Regina held a delicate glass of wine in her own hand, and Henry looked between the two of them with a raised eyebrow. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Robin set his glass down and looked down at his lap for a moment. "Did you finish that I assignment I gave you?" He asked awkwardly.

"Are you actually going to be here in the morning?" Henry asked, turning on his heel and leaving the room in silence.

"Henry!" Regina called after her son, furious.

"It's okay, Regina. He's just a kid." Robin set a hand on the woman's knee, trying to calm her down. "I'm sure it's strange for him to have me around here."

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into him lately. All he does is come home and lock himself up in his room. It's a miracle he even came downstairs for that long." Regina sighed sadly, settling into Robin's touch and leaning back into the couch.

"He's fifteen, it's normal. I was like that at his age." Robin encouraged, picking his glass up again and taking a sip of it. "Give it a little time; he'll come around." He added with a gentle smile. Regina looked at him for a moment, before smiling and caressing his cheek with her hand, pulling him in for a tender kiss. After a moment, Robin pulled away and looked at the watch sitting on his wrist, sighing. "I have to…" He began, before Regina cut him off.

"I know, I know. It is a school night." She grinned, lifting herself off of the couch and beginning to walk him to the door.

"Thank you for the drink, love." He exclaimed, smoothing a piece of hair behind her ear. With a smile, he bent down and placed his lips against hers. Before pulling away, Regina allowed herself a moment to melt into the kiss. "I'll see you Friday, yeah?" He asked, stepping away from her. Regina nodded, opening the door for him and waving him off as he made his way to the car.

As she watched him drive away, Regina felt a strange feeling settle into her. Something about Robin threw her off tonight. Maybe it was the way Henry spoke to him and he did nothing, or that she simply was just bored all night, but she couldn't be more relieved that the rest of the night was all hers.

Upstairs, Henry laid in his bed, his cellphone resting on his stomach as he listened to his front door close and his mothers heels click up the stairs, and past his doorway. Letting out a sigh of relief, the phone on his stomach vibrated, and he quickly picked it up. Paige's name shined across the screen, and a small smile cracked his lips.

What's up? She wrote, and his fingers quickly began to work.

Mr. Thatcher just left my house, he replied, rolling over in bed and hugging one of his pillows.

Are you for serious I still can't believe your mom and him have been together for almost three months now. Paige texted, and the words made Henry turn his nose up. She's so lucky, she added, and that made his stomach turn in sadness.

Ew Paige, Henry typed out. What are you up to? He asked, trying to veer away from the subject.

It took a few minutes for the girl to reply, and Henry anxiously waited as he stared at the copy of Romeo and Juliet on his bedside table. Reading for class, this book sucks. He laughed out loud, sitting up in bed and opening his laptop that sat at the foot of his bed. Before he could type out a reply, his door opened suddenly.

"Have you seen my copy of Romeo and Juliet?" Regina asked, crossing her arms in front of her as she confronted her son. The boy jumped at the sudden intrusion, flinching.

"Jeez, mom. What happened to knocking?" He growled in frustration.

"Oh, you don't deserve that privilege after what happened down there." His mother answered angrily, leaning against the door. Henry looked at her quietly, biting his tongue. He knew it was wrong of him to talk down to Mr. Thatcher, but he also knew that his mom deserved somebody so much better.

"Mom, you're better than him." He replied quietly, looking down at his lap. "I just don't want you to think that he's the only option out there for you." He added.

"Listen, sweetie," Regina began, stepping into the room and sitting down on the end of Henry's bed. "I'm flattered that you're worried about me, but I promise, I know what I'm doing." She explained, giving him a small smile. "Besides, he's a very nice guy. And he's not afraid of me." She laughed.

This caused a giggle to rise out of Henry, and he laughed along with her. "Somehow I don't think that's true." He chuckled, shaking his head. Regina lightly smacked his arm, as if to scold him in the most innocent of ways.

"Alright, alright. Have you seen my book or not?" She asked.

"Oh, no. Actually, Ms. Swan has it." He explained to her about the little mishap in English class, and how he'd returned the book to Emma. "You can borrow my copy, if you want." He offered, grabbing his copy from the bedside table and handing it to her. His mother took it with a smile, and after a minute, the phone in Henry's hands vibrated. He looked down at it, and a dopey grin spread across his face as he read the message from Paige. Your hair looked good today, by the way.

"Who are you texting?" Regina asked with a quirked eyebrow, not failing to notice the way her sons face lit up at the message.

"Oh, uh…no one. A friend." He brushed her off, swiping his phone open and beginning to text. She thought about pressing it further, but decided to allow the boy his space. She got up to leave the room, stopping in the doorway.

"Don't stay up to late, okay?" She instructed, closing the door behind her. When she climbed into her own bed, she pulled her cellphone from her purse and pulled up Emma Swan's contact. Are you enjoying my notes, Ms. Swan? She hit the 'send' button, and settled in with Henry's book.

On the other side of Storybrooke, Emma Swan only stared down at the message on her phone, frozen. "What's wrong with you?" A voice asked, and the blonde jumped. Ruby looked at her questioningly, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.

"Stop doing that…" Emma mumbled, shaking her head. "Nothing." She sighed, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. Regina's cursive stared back at her, and the corners of her lips turned upwards at the commentary. Feeling a sense of confidence, she swiped to reply. I particularly like your commentary on Romeo, she smiled to herself, hitting 'send.' A moment later, she received a text back.

Well, Romeo was quite stupid.

"…Yeah." Emma chuckled to herself. All the while, Ruby looked at her as if she had two heads.