Touch 2

Chapter 3 - Discovered

"Mom? Is it okay if I go down to the comic book store?"

"Your left shoe is untied, Henry. It's fine. Will you do me a favor while you're out?"

"Sure."

"Will you deliver this to Emma? I think she's at the station today." Regina turned from the counter holding out an unsealed envelope.

"Okay, but I thought the two of you had worked stuff out?"

"We have, after a fashion. It would just be simpler if you could drop it off for me." Regina smoothed down the front of her slacks. Henry knew this was a nervous gesture on his adoptive mother's part.

"Sure thing, Mom."

She looked too relieved for something not to be up. "Thank you. Be sure you're home in time for dinner."

"What are we having?" Henry slipped the paper inside his pocket.

"Roasted chicken, vegetables and salad." Regina crossed the room and straightened Henry's hair. He actually didn't hate it as much as he used when she did it. "Do you have enough saved up?"

"Yeah, I've got enough for a couple of comic books. I'm good."

Regina smiled at him and he noticed she didn't seem to be as tall as she used to be.

"All right, I'll see you later."

He flashed her a smile and she stepped back. He left the house then, being sure not to slam the door.

He knew she hated that.

He waited until he was down the street, out of sight and at the park before he pulled the envelope from his pocket. He made sure no one else was around and sat on a nearby bench. He studied the envelope for a minute, torn between overwhelming curiosity and knowing he really shouldn't be snooping.

As always, curiosity won out and he removed the folded paper as carefully as he could from the envelope. His eyes skimmed his mother's handwriting and his teenaged brain filled in the blanks.

Henry felt his face grow hot and he stuffed the letter back in the envelope, and back in his pocket. He sat there for a couple of minutes while he figured out what it all meant.

It sounded like his moms had fought, and Emma had a split lip from it. No surprise there, this wouldn't be the first time. But it also sounded like they were more than just friends now.

Which wasn't too weird. As long as he didn't think about his moms doing...it.

Henry scrubbed his face over his hands, and thought about The Avengers as he got off the bench.

He didn't want Emma to see him blushing.

She'd know for sure that he'd read it then.

He wondered what Captain America would do in his position as he turned toward the station...