Emma and Regina climb down the steps hand-in-hand. "Ready for today?" Regina asks, guiding Emma to the study.

Emma stops her. "You do realize you have to at least feed me first?"

"Forget where the kitchen is, dear?"

Emma sticks out her tongue and heads for the kitchen while Regina goes into the study. Rounding the corner, she sees Henry with his head in the fridge and his face scrunched. She walks behind him and peers over his shoulder, matching his expression.

"I feel ya, kid. We've got to go shopping on our own." She pats him on the shoulder and goes to check the pantry.

Henry pulls jelly out before closing the fridge. "It's nice to see you two felt like joining the land of the living."

Emma glances back at him, peanut butter and bread in her hand. "Feel abandoned?"

He shrugs and pulls a knife from a drawer. "Started wondering if you guys forgot you had a son."

They meet at the island to prepare their sandwiches. Emma opens the jars and holds up the knife. "Better grab a second knife so we're not shot for blending the jars."

Henry chuckles and follows the suggestion. "So, how's all that going?"

Emma smiles at him. "A hell of a lot better than it has been."

"Good. Where do you stand?"

"You know, I'm not really sure." Emma smirks. "We didn't do much talking."

Henry shakes his whole body and gags. "Please don't say another word."

Emma laughs. "Your mother would kill me, and, you know, that's weird, so don't worry."

"What are we doing today?" Henry asks around a bite of his sandwich.

Emma looks down and picks at her own sandwich. "I have to deal with the reason I came here before we do anything else."

"Are you ever going to tell me?"

Emma glances at him and shrugs. "I'm honestly not so sure, kid. Just know that it's for a good reason though, okay?"

Henry sighs and nods. "Alright. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I'm not gonna lie, you may not want to be here."

"Why?"

Emma looks at him. "I'm likely to… freak out."

His eyebrows raise high. "Okay," he responds slowly.

"Go out with Grace," Emma suggests, trying to lessen the tension.

Henry shakes his head. "She hasn't called me back."

"Did she tell you to go away or demand space?"

"No."

Emma reaches across the island and squeezes his hand. "Then go to her, and show her what she means to you. Believe me, it's worth it."

He slowly nods. "I'll give it a shot. Will you text me when I can come home?"

"Henry, you're safe to come home whenever you want, but yes, I will text you when we've finished our business."

He smiles and leaves the kitchen, mouthful of sandwich.

With her sandwich in hand, Emma goes to the study and closes the door, finding Regina at the desk with a computer open.

Regina looks up and rolls her eyes. "I'm glad to see your pallet has matured over the years."

Emma leans over the desk and takes a big bite of the sandwich in Regina's face.

Regina laughs and puts her hand on Emma's face, pushing her back. "You're disgusting."

Smiling through her mouthful, Emma moves around the desk to look over Regina's shoulder. She stops chewing when she sees that an email is opened and addressed to the HR members at her office. Regina's already typed out an opening statement of intent. Her eyes settle on the last sentence: "Below is a detailed report of the incident on the above listed date."

Emma swallows the hardly chewed food. "What is this?"

Regina gets up from the chair and gestures for Emma to take a seat. "This is what you have to do. I already called the office requesting information. They require an incident report."

Emma shakes her head. "I am not typing that shit out."

"It's either type it out in the security of your home with me at your side or go into the office and rehash it by yourself."

After slamming the laptop shut, Emma swiftly leaves the room.

Regina picks up the laptop and follows her. She finds Emma sitting on the couch aimlessly flipping through channels on the TV. She sets the laptop on the table in front of Emma and opens it back up.

Emma leans forward and navigates the mouse pad to close out the email then sits back and directs her attention to the TV again.

Regina reaches over and opens the email again. "I already saved the draft, Emma. Would you not rather get this over with?"

"I don't want to deal with it."

Regina scoots against Emma's side and lowers the remote. "What were you expecting today to be?"

Emma puts up her hands. "I don't know. I didn't exactly spend much time dwelling on it."

"Well this is what needs to happen." She kisses Emma's cheek and runs her hand through golden locks. "Do you want to dictate to me and I type?"

Emma shakes her head quickly.

"Okay, that's fine. I'll do whatever you need. You never even have to show me what you write."

Groaning, Emma drops her head against her arm. "This is stupid."

"Do you want to do it out here or at the desk?"

"The desk," Emma grumbles, lumbering off the couch.

Regina scoops up the computer and follows Emma back to the study. She fights a chuckle when Emma throws herself into the chair, draping her arms over the sides and laying her head back. "Here you go," she says sliding the computer in front of Emma.

Emma sits up and reads over the pre-typed paragraph then stares at the white space where the cursor blinks, waiting for her story to unfold.

After a few minutes, Regina pulls up a chair and sits across the desk from Emma waiting patiently.

It takes nearly ten minutes before Emma even lays her hands on the keys. A shaky breath starts off her slow typing. As her typing speeds, the backspace starts becoming the favored key accompanied by grunts of frustration.

Regina watches Emma's expressions intently. When she sees a tear fall, she immediately moves around the desk and pushes Emma back from the computer. She takes Emma's face, kissing her cheeks, then forehead, then eyelids, before wrapping her arms around her neck in a hug.

As soon as Emma feels Regina pulling back, she pulls her down into her lap and buries her head in Regina's neck, slowly breathing in her scent. "I still think this is stupid."

Regina nods. "I know, my love. This needs to be done, however."

Emma huffs and kisses Regina's neck. "Can't we just go back to the bedroom?"

Regina smiles. "Priorities, Emma."

She pulls back and catches Regina's eyes. "You are my priority."

Regina kisses Emma's lightly. "So is this." With one last kiss to the lips, Regina removes herself from Emma's lap and pushes her back in front of the computer. "Take your time, my love."

Through the hour that Emma spends typing, deleting, and retyping, she periodically glances up to see Regina still patiently watching.

When she gets close to the end, Emma groans and shoves the computer away from her, dropping her head on the table.

Regina jolts forward to keep the computer from crashing to the ground. "I know you're frustrated, Emma, but let's refrain from destroying things."

"Sorry," Emma mumbles. Lifting her head, she reaches out and slides the computer back to her. She leans on her elbows as she reads over the account, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, jabbing at the keys to fix errors or adjust her phrasing.

The computer moves toward Regina again and she puts out her hand to stop it. "Emma, please." She stops when she realizes Emma is turning it around to her. She looks up, waiting for Emma to raise up her head from the desk or to say something. "Are you asking me to read the email?"

Emma nods her head.

"Are you sure?"

"Just read it before I change my mind," Emma says, exasperated.

Regina picks up the computer, setting in her lap. As she reads, her face contorts into a combination of anger and disgust, her eyes burning with rage, her hands clenching involuntarily.

Emma looks up and chews on her lip while Regina's eyes quickly dart across the screen.

Once finished, Regina drops the computer back on the desk a little too hard. She closes her eyes to focus on calming her breathing. "No wonder you almost threw the computer."

"Did you send it?"

Regina looks at Emma whose is gnawing at the side of her thumb. "No. That's for you to do."

She shakes her head. "I don't want to."

"I think it may be a bit cathartic for you to do so."

She shakes her head again. "You do it."

Regina gets up and moves around the desk again. She pulls the computer to them and guides Emma's hand along the mouse pad, pressing her finger down on Send.

Emma pulls Regina down into her lap again, pressing her head into Regina's back, taking deep ragged breaths. "Now what? We just wait?"

"No. Now we go spend the day together doing anything but thinking about this."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Emma. So much."

Emma nods and kisses Regina's back. "I'm glad."

"Me too," Regina says, reaching back and running her hand up and down Emma's arm.