Let's consider this an insert in the time jump from the previous fic. A nonnie asked for Killian's reunion with Henry, Charming and Snow
In his haste to get down to the diner and be of assistance, he somehow manages to forget that the sight of him may be a bit of a shock. The one benefit of said shock, however, is the chaos that had woken him from his slumber has now transitioned to awed silence as the residents of Storybrooke gape at him with slack jaws and hands covering mouths.
One voice, a quiet one, is the one to break the silence.
"Hook?"
The tears Killian can see in Henry's eyes as the lad moves cautiously towards him seem to be fresh, making him wonder if they are perhaps for him, more likely for the father figure he has just lost.
"Aye, lad. Emma and I had hoped to reveal my…well, my resurrection at a more appropriate time, but the situation at hand…"
The unformed thought spilling from his lips is halted by Henry, the ball of emotions being held back by the teenager spilling out on a choked sob, sneakered feet rushing suddenly forward until he collapses against Killian's chest in a fierce hug. Never having shared more than a friendly knock to the ribs or ruffle of hair with the lad, the surprise at such an action nearly steals the breath from Killian's lungs. At thirteen, Henry has seen more loss than ever should befall a person, and has handled it with maturity and strength well beyond his years. His breaking point, it seems, has finally been breached.
Killian knows not what to do beyond returning the embrace, his hand reaching out to cradle Henry's head gently against his chest.
"I'm so sorry, lad, about Robin. It's bloody unfair."
Henry's voice cracks as he responds through his tears, speaking so quietly Killian knows the words are only meant for his ears.
"Magic isn't what I thought it was. I'm tired of it causing so much pain."
What is he to say to that? He has thought the same about magic for centuries, loathing the darkness and the man who wielded it's powers. He's felt that same darkness permeate his skin, the liquid fire squeezing through his veins and falling from his lips like venom in words aimed at the person he loves most. But, he's also seen the beauty of Emma's magic, the light and brilliance of all that can be accomplished when that power is held in worthy hands. In this moment, however, even with his own resurrection a form of magic in itself, he knows Henry just needs someone to let him know it's alright to be angry and question his faith.
"I understand, Henry, I truly do."
Just as Henry begins to pull back, Killian finds himself face to face with Snow, her own tears falling upon her porcelain cheeks as her hand comes up to cradle his stubbled one. She doesn't speak, instead communicating with her eyes how relieved she is to see him, her trust in the power of True Love being upheld. Henry shuffles from hugging Killian to clutching his grandmother and Snow drops her hand in order hold the lad even closer to her breast. Looking over Snow's head, Killian spies Charming stepping around her, his strong arm finding Killian's bicep with a grip so fierce he knows there will be a bruise left behind.
"Killian, how are you here?"
"Zeus. He sent me back to Emma as a reward for helping to defeat Hades. I think you're stuck with me for the long haul, mate, if even the ruler of the Gods has blessed my relationship with your daughter."
David still hasn't let go, but his fingers relax as a smile curves his lips and his eyes fall to his wife and the young lad in her arms.
"I think it's about time for me to bless it, too. I know you'll make me live to regret saying this, but it's good to have you back…mate."
Sarcasm just doesn't seem to be appropriate at the moment, so, with zero reluctance he opts for all of the sincerity he feels in his heart.
"It's good to be back, David. It's good to be home."