She pulls up to the small driveway of his home. It's a decent sized home with little anchors littering the lawn as lights and what she thinking is a boat for a mailbox. Killian is still glancing out the window when she cuts the engine and waits for him to just leave. The earlier insult still stung and she really just didn't want to talk to him about it. Maybe he didn't want to be friends anymore, she wasn't sure. His behavior throughout the day would certainly lend to that assumption.

"Swan?" Emma can tell he's turned towards her now, but she decides to carry on staring out the front window. It's no use to continue the argument, it will just make going home to a quiet home harder. Originally she had plans to talk to him about the company awards ceremony coming up, but that went out the window.

"Swan, please. I'm sorry," he sighs and scratches at the back of his neck, "it's this bloody thing. It gets the better of me sometimes." It's a peace offering, a chance to bury the hatchet they have forming between them. It only takes her a moment to decide whether or not to continue their feud.

"Look," she turns toward him and sees his hopeful eyes, "I get that we're not dating, I have a fiancé, but I was hoping we were at least friend." The feeling of getting it off her chest does not satisfy or even encourage her to continue to yell at him. His face falls in the subtlest way, eyebrows drooping and shinning eyes turning dark.

"We are-"

Emma shakes her head, "Just go, Killian. I'm not in the mood." It's easier to close herself off than she had originally suspected. She turns back to the window and waits for him to take the hint.

It takes him only a minute to get it through his head that she's not going to talk any further. "As you wish." He opens the door and retrieves his bike from the back with only the slightest grimace that she can see. The minute he's closing the door she's starting the car back up. She feels worse than when he was in the car as his shoulders slump all the way up to his front door, but she doesn't stay to see him get inside.

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When she gets home the house is empty and she knows Neal is still out. He'll be back around two in the morning drunk off his ass and probably wanting sex. Drunk Neal always wants sex when she doesn't. It would be an interesting night for her.

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When she comes into the office in the morning, exhausted from her night, she notices a blueberry muffin, her favorite, and a coffee waiting for her. The coffee is still warm when she takes a grateful sip and looking up to the desk across from hers. Killian has a small smile on his lips as he turns his head to her, but it fades slightly when he takes in her face.

She knows her face is pale and there are dark circles under her eyes. Her appearance just says 'I'm a mess'. The night only lent her about a half hour of sleep between trying to persuade Neal to stop trying to jump her and him throwing up about five times.

Thank you, she mouths to his. The morning had not been something she was thrilled with, but the welcoming present had perked her up.

Killian nods with a small smile and holds up his own coffee in response.

She sits down gently in the chair and starts up her computer. There are about five unheard messages on the phone, only three of them from Neal. She erases them with a sigh and takes a bite of the muffin.

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Her computer pings with a message around four thirty.

KJones: Still mad at me, Swan?

She looks up from her computer, but he won't turn his head up to meet her eyes.

ESwan: I've accepted the offering. It would be wrong to go back

Killian doesn't respond for a few minutes and she wonders if he ever will when it finally pings.

KJones: Rough night?

ESwan: Something like that

KJones: I don't get why you stay with him

She doesn't responds and she looks up to see his lips in a hard line.

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"Roy and I just work. That's all there is to it."

"No, I don't plan to break it off for Killian. That question is crossing the line."

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Five comes rolling around and Neal comes in office front door to pick her up. It's easier to carpool most days when neither of them have anything to do after work. The ride in the morning was silent, but she didn't have it in her to continue being mad.

"Come on, babe," he motions to the door. She cuts a quick glance to Killian who still won't look her way.

Emma turns off her computer and tosses the coffee cup in the trash, the muffin wrapper long gone.

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"I know, I shouldn't have said it, but sometimes it gets to me. He has no idea what he has and treats her as such."

"You know, I try to be there for her but she just makes it so hard sometimes. Watching him bring her down day after day is taking its toll. Did you see her eyes this morning?"

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He wants to throw something at a wall as she leaves. It's not fair. Still, he's sure the night will look better with a drink… or a few.