"Gold" stated Emma, and she was right.
the man she knew and harboured strange, mixed feelings towards waved. A smile reluctantly turned up the right side of his mouth. "Good to see you Dearie" he mumbled. Killian took his turn to reply. "What do you want this time crocodile?" then he turned huffily toward him, raised his fists then stopped, seemingly anticlimactically. " I tell you what... you'd look really nice as a pair of shoes." he said when the words eventually came.

without saying anything more Gold raised his hands and lowered his head, he let out a dry chuckle which sounded more like a cough. "I just wanted to see the new resident."
"resident?" Harry finally spoke. "who said I'm stay-" he stopped mid-sentence, he knew who. And so did Gold, who was tutting in his usual sing song way.
"I'd take another look at the town line my boy. It's not the most... user friendly of pathways."
"you're damn right it's not." said Hook, then he turned to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder "sorry mate."
Harry sighed and looked at the floor. "That's aright I'm used to a tough life"
"you're telling me." Emma said. then coughed in embarrassment. Harry glared at her.
"sorry, again"
"it doesn't matter. could you perhaps tell me who this is though. I'm a bit... out of the loop"

Gold seized his chance to step forward and seize Harry harshly by the hand, the malevolent grin lighting up his face. "its always an honour. My name is Gold. Although I also go by Rumpelstiltskin, and these sorry excuses of tour guides you seem to have picked up are-"
"Killian and Emma" harry answered. "I know. They've told me"
Gold took another step toward him, seized him round the waist and wheeled him round, out of the conversation completely leaving Killian and Emma gawping. It was so he could deftly whisper in his ear. "Ah I wouldn't trust everything they tell you though dearie. They may have told you their names, they may even seem like heroes, but" he drew a long, melodramatic breath "but they've seen their fair share of darkness"

A strange chill crawled like the claws of some wild animal down Harry's back.
"so have I" he said through gritted teeth.
"as have I and we are honest about it. I came right out and said it. but them? they'd need a bit of prodding or poking to tell you. Doesn't that make you suspicious? distrustful?"
"No" Harry said Simply.
With that gold pushed harry away. "whatever you say dearie." and then his voice became soft and strangely sweet. "But remember. If you ever need help, you're always welcome at my store."
"whatever" Harry said and he went back to join Emma and Killian.
"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Killian asked puzzled.
"Nothing" replied Harry. "It's really nothing." but he was speaking through a lump in his throat.

*
Back at Granny's Emma sauntered up to the snack bar and threw herself onto the seat, while Killian and Harry secured a booth. Are you going to tell me who that... Gold man was exactly?"
"whatd'ya mean by that?" asked Killian. Emma turned round then and passed over two glasses of Pepsi. "Thanks Love"
"well. He had some interesting things to say." Harry continued "And... I got the feeling he was being a bit... dishonest. You two don't seem to fussed on him, and he said" Harry stopped, thinking about how exactly he was going to sidestep the issue which was at the front of his mind. How to ask a question, without outright asking. "he said you had a history"
"A history of what?" Killian said, sipping from his glass but looking a little distasteful at it. due mainly to the fact that it was non-alcoholic.
"A history of... darkness."
there was a clink as Killian put his glass down more forcefully, so that a little of the liquid splashed onto the table.
"Why won't he let that rest. HE'S THE BLOODY DARK ONE!"
Emma turned back round, and the diner fell silent.
Harry had gone deathly pale.
"Another one?"