Emma is pacing up and down the hallway, frantically tapping her phone against her palm. Hook, on the other hand, is sat on the stairs, smirking a little as he watches her.
"Come on, love, you're gonna wear a hole in the carpet in a minute," he teases, trying to make light of the situation.
"this is no joke, Killian!" she snaps back. "He should have been home hours ago!"
"I'm sure he just lost track of time, he will be home any minute."
"you don't know that! Anything could have happened to him!"
"don't be so melodramatic. If anything had happened to him, love, we would have heard by now"
Just as Emma is about to kick off at Killian, her temper bubbling more and more by the second, they hear a key turn in the lock of the front door.
And in comes Henry. He is smiling to himself, but that's soon wiped off when he sees his mother's face – backed up by Hook's peering eyes from the stairwell.
"oh… hey."
"Hey?" Emma questions. "that's all you have to say, 'hey'?"
"That is generally what people say these days, mum," came the sarcastic response.
"don't get smart with me, kid!"
"Go easy on the boy, Swan," Hook interrupted, from his step.
"Stay out of this, Killian!" Emma snapped at him. "Where were you, Henry? You were supposed to be home hours ago! I've been ringing your phone non-stop."
"no you haven't," the teen protested. "I've had my phone in my pocket this whole time.!"
Henry pulls his phone out of his jeans and pauses a little. She was right.
14 missed calls from mum.
Oops.
Killian winces and shakes his head disapprovingly, as Emma raises her voice, grilling Henry.
"You switched it to silent again, didn't you?!"
"well yeah, we were at the movie theatre!"
"Bloody hell! That is so irresponsible, Henry!"
"Give it a rest, mum!"
And with that, he barges past his mum. The pirate pushes himself to one side, out of the way, as the boy grazes past him too.
"Henry! HENRY!" Emma shouts after him, up the staircase.
"Leave it, love. I'll go," Killian steps in. "I think you've worked him up enough."
Still obviously fuming, Emma grunts at him, but sees his point. Killian hauls himself up from his step, and is sure to give an un-impressed Emma a quick peck on the forehead, before plodding up the stairs, following the boy. He peers around Henry's bedroom door, to see him lying on his bed, his eyes glued to his phone.
"The movie theatre, was it?" Hook enquires, breaking the silence.
"with Violet again, eh?" the pirate continues, when Henry doesn't answer. "Good for you, kid. We are happy you're happy, she just worries is all."
"I'm not a kid, Hook," Henry protests.
"I know. Your mother is getting there, she just got worried cause she couldn't get hold of you, mate."
"I forgot it was on silent; I didn't do it on purpose," Henry pointed out, as he perches on the edge of the bed, next to Hook.
"I know. All im saying is, when you're next out with this girl, just think of your mother, okay?"
Henry shoots Hook a look of disgust.
"No!" Hook protests. "Not like that! Bloody hell."
The pair of them laugh and Hook pulls Henry in for a one-armed hug.