"What is it, love?" Hook asked, tender concern rapidly writing itself across his features.
Emma bit her lip, hating herself for being vulnerable, yet unable and unwilling to hide the truth any longer. "I can't lose you again." She blurted out; eyes quickly seeking the ground as she impatiently brushed away an unruly tear.
Hook's heart stilled as the full meaning of her words hit him like a swell on the Jolly's bow, near drowning in waves of sudden joy. "Oh, Swan." He exhaled raggedly, somewhat cautiously pulling her into his arms as she relaxed her taut nerves. "You never will."
One more day! Master bos'n, prepare for feels ahead!