The woman was in a state of shock, her eyes wide and her mouth dry at the scene. It still played in her head on repeat, making her wonder what the hell had she put in the lasagna. Emma was staring at her with a frown, having left the fork on the table and waiting for her to answer— or at least show some kind of reaction. It was as if Regina's brain had been shut off, as if she had frozen. For a moment Emma thought time had stopped, but Regina shook her head and stared at her.

"What?"

"I was talking to you."

"Yeah, uh, I…" Regina took the glass of wine and took a long gulp, emptying its contents without even blinking. She looked down and took another bite of the lasagna, then stared at Emma. "Sorry, please repeat what you were saying?"

"Really, Regina?"

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"And you are the one who has spent the evening speaking about how I have no right to say anything about Henry's education."

"What?"

"Well, I'm trying to explain so you don't think wrong about me and you are ignoring me."

"No that's not."

"Whatever." Emma stood up and drank her last glass of wine, then took the empty plate. She stared at Regina for a few seconds, at her empty plate, at her hands, her dress, her neck, her eyes. The woman was still looking at her, looking confused and with red cheeks. "I'll take this to the kitchen." the blonde added, reaching for the other's plate and taking it to the kitchen too. She appeared a few moments later, walking to the bathroom. After washing her hands she walked into the room and towards the ladder. "I'm going to bed."

"Okay."

Emma reached the top of the ladder and disappeared into the sleeping area, leaving Regina alone, still sitting with the glass of wine in her head. She stood up and stared at the glasses, feeling her knees weak from the image that was still somewhere in her head. She rushed into the bedroom, forgetting the glasses, quickly changing into her pajamas and walking to the bathroom. Washing her face, taking her makeup off, she wondered what the hell had been that. Why does she have this… effect on me? She stared at her reflection. She felt her skin hot, her mind was clouded. Am I… No, it cannot be. She washed her face again and got in bed. Everything would be better once she slept it off.

But she could not sleep. With the door of the bedroom almost fully closed, she still could see light coming from the living room an hour after getting in bed. It was dim, almost not noticeable if she had not been so sleepless. But she was wide awake, and she could see that the light that came through the crack of the door was not the moonlight. Was Emma still awake? She was not sure. She could hear the soft turning of pages, but what could Emma be reading? And why was she not sleeping?

She stood up. Barefoot, with her light blue pajamas straightened and putting her hair up on a messy ponytail, she poked her head out of the door. She was right, the small lamp on Henry's old nightstand was on. She sighed and walked to the ladder. "Emma?" she questioned. There was a short silence. "Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"Can I go up?"

"I guess."

Regina climbed the ladder slowly, fearful of how Emma would look at her when she appeared. She closed her eyes shut for a second, swallowing hard, before daring to appear on Emma's visual range. But she did, and she opened them again. Emma was sitting down, leaning against the square window of the area. Her leg was bent and she had a comic book in her hands, but her eyes were set on Regina now. She did not look angry, and the woman was thankful for that. But she looked less than pleased, and soon was back into reading the comic.

"Nice pajamas."

"Ha. Thank you. Shouldn't be asleep?"

"Shouldn't you too?"

"Maybe. I can't sleep though."

"Why?"

"I feel like I owe you an apology."

"You do."

"I am sorry I did not listen to you before."

"Okay, I guess."

"Okay." Regina nodded and bit her lip awkwardly, looking down to the ground. She was still on the ladder, waiting. What for, she did not know. She stared at Emma, a part of her hoping that she would look at her despite her brain wanted to go back to sleep. She sighed. "I guess I will go back to bed." she spoke, climbing down again. She had not reached the floor when she heard the other call her.

"Regina."

"Yes?"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"There?"

"Yeah. There's enough room for the two of us."

"Okay."