Emma survived the 12 hour flight while only suffering from a stiff neck and a few knots in her back. Mary Margaret, however did not do as well. Thankfully, Emma noticed that her friend was looking a bit green and shooed her to the restroom. Once they reached London, any signs of Mary Margaret's air sickness was gone, replaced by a look of excitement.
"Mary Margaret, you look constipated." said Emma.
"What?" asked Mary Margaret, confused. "I'm happy, Emma. It's common for people to smile when they're happy."
Emma rolled her eyes. "I know that, Mary Margaret. I've been happy before." At those words, Emma saw Mary Margaret open her mouth, only to close it again and give her a pitiful look. Emma cringed. She hated the looks that people gave her when they found out her boyfriend died in a car accident and left her with the scar on her forearm. One could say that she's gotten over the accident. In reality, all she does is resist slapping anyone who even looks like they are about to bring the topic up. For a brief moment, Emma looks down at the scar on her arm before quickly covering it back up. 'Snap out of it, Emma!' She thinks to herself. Emma looks towards Mary Margaret, only to find her suitcase in its place. Alarmed, Emma looks around, and finds Mary Margaret hugging David.
"Emma!" calls David, beckoning Emma towards them. Emma takes her friend's suitcase and heads over to the two lovebirds.
"Hi, David," Emma says rather gloomily. She realizes how unenthusiastic she must sound and attempts to remedy it by giving David a bright, cheery smile. David, however, sees through Emma's facade and raises his eyebrows. The three stand in somewhat of an awkward silence until David breaks it.
"You two must be exhausted! Why don't we head back to my place so you two can rest?" He says, gesturing towards his car.
"That sounds great, David." says Emma, relieved that the silence was broken.
Emma was very polite throughout the entire drive back to David's apartment, asking David many questions about his life in London. Everyone seemed pleased at how well Emma seemed to be at making conversation, especially Mary Margaret, who seemed to be believing that her idea of traveling was working on Emma. Emma kept a smile on throughout the entire drive, but that didn't stop David from sensing that there was something off about Emma. The constant glances Emma kept giving to the tally mark on his forearm confirmed his suspicions. Even when Emma got settled in David's apartment, he felt that Emma's "well put together" demeanor was very fake. The constant glances he noticed Emma giving to the tally mark on his forearm confirmed his suspicions, and as soon as Mary-Margaret was in the shower, he decided to ask Emma about it.
"Emma, can I ask you something?" asked David, cautiously.
"I believe you already did, but sure, you can ask me another question." said Emma, attempting to joke.
David laughed, then continued. "Are you okay, Ems? I know how upset you were after Neal died. You know I'm here if you need to talk." Emma's face hardened at the mention of Neal. "Thank you for your concern, David, but I'm fine. David sighed rather loudly. "Emma, I know something is up."
Emma's eyes widened. "You do? How?" She stopped and instantly started to backtrack. "I mean, not that there is anything wrong, but what makes you think that?"
David paused for a few moments, unsure of how to say his next words. "Emma, you aren't exactly subtle when you stare at Mary Margaret's and my tally mark."
Emma froze. Crap! "If you want me to stop, I will, but you can't blame me for looking at them." David pressed his lips together, looking uncomfortable. Gotcha! Emma thought.
He opened his mouth to ask another question, but was interrupted by the creak of the bathroom door as it opened. Mary Margaret stepped out, and immediately noticed the tension between the two.
"Is everything okay here?" She asked, concerned.
"Everything is fine!" Emma shot back immediately. She shot David a subtle look and he immediately nodded. Mary Margaret relaxed.
"David, didn't you say we were going to meet a friend of yours for dinner tonight? What was his name again? Kilorn?" Asked Mary Margaret.
"Killian." David corrected. What kind of name is Killian? "We should start getting ready by 6:00."
"Sound's great!" Said Mary-Margaret, enthusiastically. David looked at Emma.
"What about you, Ems? Feeling up for it?" Hell no. All Emma wants to do is get into a pair of pajamas and watch a movie, but if she declined, David would think that their conversation about Neal had gotten to her, and Emma refuses to let anyone have that kind of power over her.
"Yeah, sounds fun!"
Yeah right.