"I'm just telling you what I saw sister." Leroy grumbled

He and Snow were in the hospital cafeteria, such as it was; really an improvised break room. There weren't that many patients or relatives to warrant anything else. Snow had been going for post-natal exams for her and Neal. No sense in being careless just because the magical threats were gone. And Storybrooke's medical care had so many more advantages over relying on a dwarf and some fairies.

Seemed smarter this way.

Anyway she'd just been leaving when Grumpy caught her, having come to collect his paycheck.

Snow wondered whether he had even put in enough hours since the curse broke to warrant a paycheck. She wasn't going to ask.

"What were you even doing outside Town Hall at 3 in the morning?"

Even though she really wanted to.

"You're missing the big picture here sister. I'm telling you I saw Regina comin' outta Town Hall at 3 in the morning. With sex hair."

"Really. Are you sure." There couldn't have been more dumbfounded doubt in those four words if Snow tried.

"I'm telling you! My money's on her and the married guy...you know – when he goes to see her. Try to patch things up – make 'em right – whatever. She's drunk after that three-ring circus in the Rabbit Hole. Shit gets heated. He sneaks out. An' she wakes up later, takes a walk 'cause it's late enough for no one to see her. Who knows? Probably too hungover to magic."

As much as she hated to doubt Regina it did sound plausible.

"So I went to you thinking maybe. Hey! You'll be able to talk to the archer guy. Tell him to keep his distance. Quiet like. So no one else knows."

Startled Snow shot him a look, "Leroy. You're being so discreet!"

"Don't give me that look! I can be discreet!"

"You're yelling right now."

"YEaH well," he grumbled and lowered his voice a bit. "I remember how hard it was for you. Y'know? During the first round of this town. You just thought you were boinking a married man, think how she feels actually boinking one."

Discretion yes. Tact...well Snow had him on her Council for his straightforwardness.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Good, 'cause I'd hate to bring it up and be roasted. Your luck; you can get away. I don't have the type of leverage not to end up as a main-course meal. Dwarves don't cook well."

"Sure Leroy..."

WitW: Sorry, sorry. Uni was kicking my ass and I was seriously questioning my choices for a while. I can't promise regular updates. But Happy Fanworks Day(15/02/15) and belated Singles Awareness Day(14/02/15)