The streets of Storybrooke were quiet and quaint as Killian followed Emma back to her apartment. Unfortunately, the noise in his head was loud and confusing. He had been so mad at Emma for all these years and it turned out to be simply because of a misunderstanding. And what's worse is it cost Emma probation and an adoption, and him a decade without her and their son.

She pulled into a parking spot by a building a few blocks off the main street and he took an empty space next to her. Climbing out, he folded his seat to grab his bag from the back.

He walked toward Emma, pausing by a yellow Beetle that looked similar to his black one, and let out a small laugh. "Do you remember that piece of shite we stole that looked like that?" he asked her.

"That is the piece of 'shite' we stole."

Killian stared at it, checking the bumper for the dent he put in it after accidentally backing into a parking meter. It was still there. He couldn't help but smile.

"We had some good times in that car, Swan," he said. "How were you able to hold on to it after they arrested you?"

She smiled weakly. "It's complicated. Let's just say the prosecution showed some mercy on me," she explained, before turning towards the building they had pulled up to. "Come on, we're this way."

Killian threw his bag over his shoulder before following Emma in a door from the parking lot and up several flights of stairs to a rustic looking apartment door. She slipped her key in the lock, jiggling it a few times before it finally gave way.

He had barely stepped foot in the door when a woman he assumed was Emma's roommate came running towards them.

"Did you find Henry?" she asked, a concerned look on her face.

"Um, yea. He turned up at Regina's."

"Oh good! I was so worried!" the woman replied before her eyes wandered to Killian and gave him a once-over. "I don't think we've met before," she said hesitantly.

"Mary Margaret, this is Killian. Killian, Mary Margaret," Emma explained. "He's going to stay with us tonight if that's OK."

"Oh, sure," Mary Margaret replied. "Did you help get Henry home?"

"Um, sort of," Killian said, scratching his ear nervously as he continued to stand uncomfortable in this unfamiliar apartment.

"He's kind of the reason Henry ran away in the first place," Emma said. Mary Margaret gave her two companions a quizzical look. "Killian is Henry's father."

"Oh," Mary Margaret said casually before the reality of the words sank in. "Oh! Oh, you're ... um ... well, welcome?"

Killian started fidgeting as he tried to avoid the judgmental look from Emma's roommate.

"It's OK," Emma said, breaking the tension. "We're friends or something. Sort of."

That wasn't very reassuring either, Killian thought, wondering if it really was a good idea to take up Emma's offer to stay here after all.

"OK, let me leave you two alone and get you some blankets for the couch," Mary Margaret stammered before she deliberately left to occupy herself and give the two of them some privacy.

Emma motioned with her hand for Killian to enter and told him where to put his bag. She pointed out the couch and the bathroom and the kitchen - "Help yourself to whatever you find in the cupboards," - without him able to really take any of it in. It would be a couch for the night. Killian couldn't think much past that with everything else going on.

Mary Margaret came back with a few warm blankets before quickly retreating to a loft area above the main living space with only a slight "Good night," to her companions.

"You need a pillow too, don't you?" Emma asked.

"I'll be fine with the couch cushion," Killian replied. "Really, it's all good."

He sat down and took off his shoes and socks before placing them out of the way. Then she came over and sat down on the other end of the couch, a quiet tension falling over them. There was so much he wanted to ask, so much he wanted to say.

He scoffed quietly. "I don't even know where to begin with you, Emma. With us."

"Me too," she replied. "Maybe tomorrow?"

Killian nodded before looking down, his hand nervously finding a random dirty spot on his jeans to pick at.

"Mary Margaret and I both have work tomorrow so sleep as late as you want. I can just leave you a key in the morning."

"Thank you," he replied.

"And then maybe we could find some time to talk?"

"I would like that."

Emma nodded and gave him a tight smile, then pushed herself off the couch and headed for the loft area her roommate had retreated to.

"Emma?"

She turned, her hair cascading over her shoulders. His mind went blank for a moment before he was able to recover his voice.

"I just ..." He swallowed. "I'm sorry, Emma."

She gave him a sad smile. "I think we both have some apologizing to do."

"Yea, I guess so," he replied sadly.

"Tomorrow," Emma said.

"Tomorrow."

Emma gave him a tight smile. "Good night, Jones," she said quietly.

"Night, Swan."