To put it lightly; Emma's parents weren't happy.
It was the first time they'd let her out of their sight for more than ten minutes since her down-sizing, and someone had attempted to kill her. Snow had fussed over her to an extreme Emma hadn't yet had to endure, and then she'd called Charming and he'd sped over from the station to fuss over her too. When they weren't worrying over her and how to keep her out of harm's way, they'd been fussing over Henry. He didn't seem nearly as bothered by it as she was – he was still excited by Emma's 'epic' use of magic.
Charming was going to drive them all back to the apartment (a place Emma had a sinking feeling she would not be allowed to leave for quite a while), so she'd been forced back into the car seat. To her horror, Neal had somehow ended up in the seat next her.
He hadn't laughed or teased her as he normally would though. He hadn't even appeared to notice. He was too busy staring into space with a grim look on his face. Emma felt a surge of empathy overcoming the usual confusing mix of emotions she felt around Neal. Oh yeah, she remembered how much that feeling sucked. Better than she liked too.
Henry shot a concerned look to Emma when he too noticed his father's mood. Emma pushed aside her own concern momentarily to smile at Henry in an attempt to reassure him that it would be alright. She shifted her focus to Neal. He didn't notice her trying to catch his attention, so she reached out to touch his arm. He started in surprise and looked at her.
"Neal… are you okay?" Emma asked quietly. It was a stupid question – she already knew that he wasn't.
"I'll be fine," he said, spreading his lips tightly in something that was more of grimace than a smile.
The woman who he was going to marry had turned out not to give a damn about him beyond that she would give for a piece from her chess set. In addition, he was sitting next to living proof that even when he got the love thing right, he was bound to screw it up.
He was definitely not okay.