Emma feels around the bed as she wakes. Finding cold sheets around her, she opens her eyes. No sign of Regina. She sits up quickly and immediately grabs at her aching head. "Bad idea." Once the room stops spinning, she gets to her feet and drags herself to the door.

After clambering down the steps and nearly falling a dozen or so times, both feet hit the first floor and she takes a seat on the steps. She spends a few minutes taking slow breaths before standing again and moving into the kitchen.

She finds Regina cooking breakfast with Henry popped up on the island.

Regina turns and smiles at her. She nods to Henry. "I assume he gets this behavior from you."

Henry grins and swings his feet.

Having mentally prepared for war, Emma releases a deep sigh of relief and smiles back at them. "Tell me we have coffee."

"And aspirin," Regina says, pointing to a steaming mug with pills next to it.

Using the walls to balance herself, Emma slowly progresses to the counter. Not caring how hot the drink is, she throws back the pills and takes a large gulp of coffee. She closes her eyes and steadily sips it.

"You look like shit," Henry pipes up.

Regina shakes her head. "Do try to expand your vocabulary, dear."

Emma grumbles a response and continues sipping her coffee.

After plating the food, Regina gestures for Henry to take them to the table. Once he leaves the kitchen, she walks over and kisses Emma's forehead.

"I missed you this morning," Emma says into her mug.

"I needed to be awake for Henry. He went to bad on a rather unfortunate note."

Emma lowers her mug and accidentally slams it down, jolting her awake a bit. "I'm sorry for last night."

Regina nods. "We'll talk later. Come eat." She steps past Emma but is stopped by an arm around her waist.

Emma kisses her shoulder. "I really am sorry for what I said to you."

"I hope so," Regina responds, patting Emma's hand and gently removing it. "Henry's waiting." She exits the kitchen, not waiting for Emma to follow.

Emma spends breakfast curled up in a seat, stabbing at her eggs. It takes strong persuasion from both Henry and Regina to get her to consume even half of her food.

Once she's had enough, she drops her fork and lays her head back. "I can't do anymore. I'm dying."

"No, you're hungover. You will survive," Regina says, standing up to take plates.

"Yeah, so stop your whining," Henry adds.

Emma waves a hand at him to feebly tell him off. "Leave me be, wretched boy."

"You're an idiot."

"Henry," Regina warns from the kitchen.

He rolls his eyes and takes his own dishes to the kitchen.

Emma sits up and realizes she's alone. She pouts and steadies herself to stand.

In the kitchen, Henry scrubs at a dish then turns to Regina. "I don't understand why I have to be nice to her. She wasn't nice to me."

"I understand, Henry; however, we are a family, and we do not seek vengeance upon one another. She made a mistake."

"Might as well just say it, Mom. She fucked up."

Regina scowls. "There were circumstances that led to last night."

"Just cause you forgive her so easily doesn't mean I have to. I'm not the one trying to get in her pants."

Regina turns to him fully. "Henry. That is enough. I understand you are upset and that she hurt your feelings last night, but do not turn this around on me."

Henry yanks a plate from her hands and starts scrubbing at it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Regina sees Emma standing in the entryway with a sad expression, knowing she heard their conversation. After watching her for a moment, she turns back and rubs Henry's back before helping him finish the dishes.

Emma pushes off the wall and moves to the living room. She falls on the couch and stares at the black TV screen. She incorrectly sings to herself, "I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me. I'm all alone, there's no one to guide me. But you gotta-"

"You have friends. Shut up." Henry says as he passes in the hallway. "And it's deride. Look up a lyric once in a while, Ma."

Emma watches him jog up the steps. "Great. He hates me."

Regina sits on the edge of the couch. "He's just upset."

"And rightfully so."

"Agreed," Regina says, placing her hand on Emma's leg. "You two can talk about it when you feel better."

"And us?" Emma asks, trying to peer over her shoulder at Regina.

Regina rubs Emma's leg. "Preferably today; however, I would like you to speak to our son first."

"He doesn't have any weapons up there, does he?"

"No, and you're not going right now."

Emma pushes up on her elbows. "Why not?"

Regina gestures to all of Emma. "Because of this. You are in no state to have an honest conversation with him."

"I think I'll be fine," Emma says moving to get up.

Regina presses on her back to keep her down. "Emma, stop. Not now."

"It's not like I'm still drunk," Emma replies irritably, moving to get up again.

Regina stands up. "No, you're just a stumbling reminder of the asshole that barged into this house last night." She clamps her eyes shut and puts her hands on her hips, frustrated with her own outburst.

Emma forces herself to stand quickly and places her hands on Regina's shoulders, partly for stability. "I'm sorry. I know said some less than pleasant things."

Regina stares at her. "Less than pleasant? How very coy."

"I feel like I just suddenly pissed you off, and I'm not sure what to do about it."

Regina puts her hands on Emma's stomach, focusing her eyes there. "I'm not pissed. I'm just trying to get over some of the things you said."

"Just give me a chance to explain."

Regina's eyes darken and she looks at Emma. "Explain why you decided to run to a bar for however long instead of coming home? Why you felt that getting belligerently drunk would behoove any of us? Why you opted to come screaming into what is supposed to be a safe home and scare your son?" Regina clenches her jaw and steps back, putting out an arm to keep Emma back. "I love you, and I understand that you were under an incredible amount of stress and dealing with powerful emotions, but I would be lying if I said it doesn't worry me that you chose to drink yourself into a state of no remorse."

"Regina, I- I didn't mean to come home like that. I just- it was a stupid mistake. I couldn't handle dealing with things after my mom, and the Rabbit Hole seemed like the only option. I know I fucked up, I really do, and I can't thank you enough for taking care of me anyways and putting up with my bullshit."

"I didn't do it for your gratitude. I did it because I love you. But I am not willing to make a habit of it. You are not welcome to continue this behavior in our home or around our son. He doesn't deserve that. I don't deserve that. And you don't deserve to put yourself through it either."

Emma nods her head quickly. "I know. I understand. I won't. I promise."

Regina runs her hand down Emma's arm. "Be sure not to make promises you can't keep." She turns and leaves Emma in the living room.