Gold sighed, "What?"
"Sorry to disturb you-"
"Sorry enough to leave?"
David paused.
Okay, that might have been a little too harsh.
"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" David asked.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Leroy had a few too many at the Rabbit Hole and asked me to check on his boat for him," David replied, holding up one hand where keys jingled loudly in the night.
"He really thinks someone's going to steal it?" Gold could have snorted.
David shrugged, "He thought that maybe he'd forgotten to lock it."
Gold honestly didn't care for this conversation.
David coughed, only a little awkward, "Then I saw you over here and I thought I'd check on you."
"I don't need to be checked up on," Gold said calmly.
"I just… I wanted to make sure that you knew I was sorry for earlier today," David said.
"I know," Gold nodded, looking everywhere but David's general direction. He didn't want to waste energy teleporting away, plus that would only cause David more speculation than reassurance.
"And uh, listen…"
Oh, he was going to continue?
"If you want to talk… I know we're not exactly best friends-"
"Stop."
David swallowed.
"I will drink poison before I talk to anyone-"
"Come on, it's not like we don't care-"
"Are you sure about that?"
David took half a step forward and his shocked face was illuminated, "Excuse me?"
"Forget it. It doesn't matter," Gold dismissed him, sitting back down on the bench with an exhale.
"Whether you like it or not; we're family," David walked over to him and sat on the opposite end of the bench. Gold kept his eye line towards the horizon in the distance.
"As you said; we're not friends," Gold shrugged with one shoulder.
"That doesn't mean we can't care," David retorted.
"But it usually means that you don't," Gold said simply.
Two people could play this game.
David groaned and leaned back, "Can't you just see this for what it is?"
"And what is it?"
"An opportunity."
"I love to wave at them as they pass me by."
"You are a lot of work, has anyone ever told you that?" David grumbled.
Gold felt like he'd heard something along those lines before, but he didn't bother to reply.
"My point is; that obviously you're not fine. Don't pretend otherwise," David said, pointing with his hand almost close enough to poke Gold's arm. "Now why are you out here in the middle of the night?" he asked.
"I had a nightmare," Gold answered promptly. He didn't want to tread water for longer than necessary, and there was no clause that he had to describe in detail what the nightmare had been about.
David almost dropped his jaw in surprise.
"I couldn't go back to sleep," Gold continued, trying to sound casual about the whole thing.
"Sorry to hear that," David inclined his head.
Gold stretched his legs out and leaned back, folding his hands in his lap. "I just needed a walk," Gold added.
David nodded, "Look, you don't have to trust everyone. And you're right, we're not friends. But we're family, and I can speak for both Mary Margaret and myself when I say; we care. You can talk to us."
"I killed Zelena," Gold blurted.