Emma could feel Neal watching her. Again. He'd been watching her a lot over the last couple of days.
She knew he was waiting for some kind of response to his declaration of love but Emma was feeling vulnerable. She did still love him, but somehow telling him that felt like spending her last dollar. Like she would be forgiving him for the hell he put her through, like it hadn't happened. But it had happened and it had ruined her, and if she told him they would be right back there, in that place where he could break her heart again.

So Emma dug her fingernails into her safe place and steadfastly avoided the conversation, even though she simultaneously longed to forgive him, to stop missing him. Ugh, it was all so tortuous and confusing. Emma could feel herself running through the same feelings and fears over and over again, but she just couldn't make herself stop. Neal staring at her with the weight of his hope just made her more tense and sped up her racing thoughts.
And now it was ruining her concentration.

"Stop. Watching. Me." Emma snapped irritably.

"I'm waiting to see this magic of yours."

"I can't do it while you're watching."

"You couldn't do it when I wasn't watching either, or you'd have been adult-sized a week ago." Neal pointed out. "Sure you didn't use the last of it up on Tamara?"

"I can do it!"

"I'll believe it when I see it," Neal challenged.

Emma's eyes snapped open and she glared at her grinning ex.

"You'll believe me when you're a frog," Emma responded dangerously.

Neal laughed at her, shaking his head. Emma huffed angrily at him, clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut in renewed concentration. She could do this. She could. She tried to remember that feeling, the little tingly buzzing feeling she'd felt before when she got a hold of the magic inside of her. She focused on the memory, trying to imagine she could feel sparking under her skin, changing her body back to its former size. Come on, magic, do your thing! Emma imagined the feeling growing stronger, spreading outside her, surrounding her and –

"It's not working," Neal interrupted her internal cheerleading.

"SHUT UP NEAL!" she exclaimed angrily and she swiped at a hand at him in frustration.

Her mouth dropped open in shock when he was knocked back several feet by a golden haze of light. When he landed instead of Neal there was a little boy with a mop of brown hair sitting in the middle of the living room floor looking startled.

"Oh my god," Emma said, gaping at the miniature Neal. "Are you okay?"

Neal examined his tiny hands, and shirt that was now ridiculously oversized and gave her a horrified look.

"EMMA!"

"Whoops?"

Neal gave her a very unimpressed look, and stood up in the shirt that now trailed on the ground.

"I can't believe this. Turn me back, Emma!"

"Right after I figure out how to turn myself back," Emma promised.

Neal heaved a sigh of frustration. He went to step out of the jeans pooled around his feet, and found himself face down on the floor when his foot got hooked on his belt. He slowly looked up at Emma, little face flushed red with embarrassment.

Emma's mouth twitched as she tried to restrain herself. She managed to hold it in for a whole two seconds before she collapsed onto the floor in a cackling pile of hysterical laughter.