Killian was folding up his blankets when Emma came down that morning in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Good morning."

"Hey," he replied, ducking his head as he finished with the sheets.

"You weren't planning to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" she asked.

"I was hoping I could get out of here before you gave me a bill for staying on your couch," he replied teasingly.

Emma smiled and walked over to the kitchen to make some coffee. He watched her stop and stare at the pot as she noticed the smell of warm, fresh caffeine filling the apartment.

"Oh, yea," Killian said. "I made coffee already. I hope that's OK."

She looked over and smiled at him. "That's definitely fine," she said. "Did you have any yet?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

Emma's smile grew as she pulled out two mugs from the cupboard - both basic black ones without flowers - and filled them. Killian grabbed one and took up his spot on the stool at the counter again.

"You know, your roommate didn't come home from her date last night."

Emma gave him a surprised look and started drinking. "Guess it was a good date."

Killian smiled and the two of them took a few sips in silence.

"Oh, that tastes so good," Emma said. "You can stay as often as you want if you make fresh coffee like this."

He ducked his head and took another sip, feeling a warmth in his chest that was unrelated to the coffee. "So does that mean I'm allowed to come visit again?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," she said. "I mean, you are coming back to see Henry at some point, aren't you?"

"Oh, definitely!" he said. "I really do want to be in his life now - I mean, if that's OK with you."

Emma set her coffee mug down on the counter, her fingers playing with the handle. "I would like that for Henry - and for you," she said. "For us, really."

"Me too," he admitted. "And I would like us to at least be friends for Henry's sake."

She looked up at him and gave him a genuine smile. "We are friends," she said. "At least, I hope we're going to get there."

Killian gave her a nervous smile and took another sip of coffee. The two of them silently stayed like that for a moment before Killian looked up at her, his nervousness reflected in her eyes as well. Perhaps they could be more than friends again. Perhaps there were old feelings that could be rekindled. Perhaps the anger and resentment they had each been carrying for so long could, in fact, be swept away and replaced with … something better.

"Emma, I -"

The door to the apartment opened and they quickly jumped as if they were teenagers in love who had been sharing a secret before being caught by her mother. Mary Margaret pulled the key from the lock in the door and looked up to see the two of them staring at her.

"Good morning," she said quietly.

"Morning," Killian mumbled, pretending to mind his own business by turning back and staring uncomfortably at his coffee mug.

"Hey," Emma said tentatively, looking at her roommate. "Good night with Victor?"

Mary Margaret looked startled by the question and seemed to be thinking very hard about what her answer was going to be. "Um, yea," seemed to be all she could come up with as she put her purse down next to the door.

"Killian made coffee," Emma said.

"Oh, good," she said without making eye contact with them as she poured herself a cup. "So are you headed home, Killian?" Mary Margaret asked, trying to quickly divert attention away from herself.

"Um, yea. For now."

Mary Margaret took a sip from her mug, the tension leaving her face as she swallowed it down. "Thank you for the coffee," she said to him. "You are definitely welcome back anytime." She seemed to have realized what she had implied and quickly turned to Emma for some kind of guidance. "I mean, if you want to? It would have to be up to Emma I guess."

"It's fine," she replied. "It's - we're good."

Emma looked at him and gave him a reassuring smile, which he quickly reciprocated.

"Good," Mary Margaret said. "So um … I have to get ready for school, but have a good trip."

Emma and Killian watched as Mary Margaret walked hastily away from them, coffee cup in hand. When she closed the bathroom door behind her, the two of them immediately turned to each other. Killian raised a questioning eyebrow in Emma's direction, which she returned with a smirk of her own.

"I'm not even going to ask," she said.

"Alright then," he replied, shifting at the counter as he took another drink of coffee.

Emma let out a slight laugh and shook her head. "I should probably start getting ready too," she said. "What are your plans?"

"I actually was hoping I could go pick up Henry and drive him to school this morning before I head out, if you think that's OK," he said.

"Yea," Emma replied with a smile. "He would like that. I'll call Regina and let her know you're coming."

"Thank you," he said quietly.

Killian walked around the counter and put his mug in the sink. He was standing so close to Emma that he could feel her warmth next to him, a pleasant tension brewing between them. She casually grabbed him around the waist to pull him close and rest her head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture, rubbing his hand on her lower back. It just felt nice and simple and comfortable and everything he wished he could've had all these years.

He pulled away slightly and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, thankful that she let him without quickly moving away. But he could tell that his little gesture would be as far as she would let him go - at least for now. Killian let his hands simply fall from her body and she did the same with hers.

"You should probably get going," she said quietly. "You don't want Henry to be late for school."

"Right," he replied, taking a step back to look at her green eyes and take them in for one more moment.

He gave her a nervous smile and reluctantly walked over to pick up his bag, which somehow felt heavier than when he packed it up only a few days earlier.

"Let me get the door for you," Emma said, moving out of the kitchen to help him. She walked past him quickly and put her hand on the doorknob before pausing to take a breath. "I'm glad Henry found you," she said.

"Me too," he replied. "I really hope we can fix all this, you know."

She looked up and smiled. "I hope so too."

Killian gave her a nervous smile and nodded as she finally opened the door for him. He could feel her hand rest on his lower back for a moment as he walked past her and felt the warmth of her fingers even after she withdrew them.

"Call me when you get home," she said to him as he walked out the door. "You know, just so I know you made it back OK."

"I will," he replied.

"And Killian?" He turned to see her standing in the doorway, leaning against its frame. "I know that a lot has happened between us, but I'm tired of living in the past."

He gave her a tight smile. "I know how you feel."

She nodded and took a deep breath. "Tell Henry I said hi when you drop him off."

"Of course, love."

Emma smiled and rolled her eyes at him. "Go get our son," she said. "I'll talk to you soon."

"Talk to you soon," he replied.

Killian started down the steps as he heard Emma close the apartment door behind him. "Our son." She called him "our son." He smiled, assuring himself that no matter what was going to happen between the two of them, he would never get sick of Emma referring to Henry as "our son."