In the Rabbit Hole, Emma stares down a glass of whiskey, periodically stirring just to hear the clink of the ice. She jumps when a hand touches her shoulder. Spinning around, she comes face-to-face with Henry.

"Thought I'd find you here," Henry declares quietly.

"Henry," Emma looks around frantically for peering eyes. "You can't be in here."

Gesturing toward the bartender, Henry says, "I told him I was simply looking for you."

"And why are you looking for me?"

"Can we talk?"

Emma sighs and turns back to the bar. "Might as well take a seat then. I fully plan on finishing my drink."

Henry eyeballs the full glass. "Have you started?"

Emma peers at him. "How do you know this isn't my second, third, even fourth glass?"

"Surely you'd be a little less tense by now with four glasses in you."

Defiantly, Emma raises the glass to her lips. Just before taking a sip, she groans at herself and slams the glass back down, pushing it away from her. "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

Henry focuses on his hands as he rubs his knees. "I'm sorry."

"You should be," Emma sneers.

"Good thing I am then," Henry snaps back.

Emma waves down the bartender. "Two sodas please."

He eyes Henry then pulls out soda bottles and slides them across the bar top to them.

"I don't think he was expecting you to stay," Emma mumbles to Henry with her drink to her lips.

"If he kicks us out then we'll leave."

"We?"

"We."

Emma rolls her eyes. "We're going back to Atlanta."

"When? For how long?"

"You're staying until Spring Break. I… I might stay until then too. I don't know. I haven't decided. I have to go back to deal with legal issues."

Henry tries to catch her gaze. "Ever gonna tell me what that's about?"

"Do yourself a favor, and stop asking."

Henry nods slowly and focuses on his drink. "We're leaving tomorrow, aren't we?"

Emma nods and rolls the bottle between her hands.

"What are you going to tell Mom?"

"I have to go back to deal with all that crap. She'll understand that."

Leaning forward to look at her face again, Henry asks, "And what if you don't come back right away?"

The clink of ice sounds again as Emma contemplates a sip. She stops and looks at Henry. "She'll have to figure out how to understand that too."

"You know it's hard for me not to blame you."

"I've noticed."

Henry takes a deep breath. "But I know that it's not your fault. I've been really immature in all of this-"

"Yep."

Narrowing his eyes at her, he continues, "But I want to be supportive. Of both of you. I can't imagine having true love ripped away from you unjustly."

Emma rests her chin on her shoulder and studies Henry's face. "I love you, kid. No matter what you do or say."

"I know. I'd prefer you like me too," he says with a half-smile.

"Then let's both start acting our age. You have school and a young blossoming love to worry about. It's time to step away from my and your mom's relationship. You can't help us. I'm not sure I can help us. It's just…" Emma sighs and moves her hand from the whiskey to the bottle to take a sip of her soda. "I don't know. Time will tell."

Henry slides off the barstool and kisses Emma's cheek as he slips an arm around her shoulders. His eyes widen when Emma turns in the stool and pulls him into a hug. He peers down at her as best he can when he feels his shoulder dampening from her silent tears.

"I love you, Ma. You'll get through this. One way or another."

Back at the hospital, Emma watches from around the corner as Regina reads a book and checks her phone. She furrows her brow as Regina smiles at something on the screen.

Emma knocks on the door as she enters. "What's got you smiling for the first time in days?"

Regina jumps, dropping her phone in her lap. "Emma. I didn't hear you."

"I'm quiet. What's got you so happy?"

Regina looks between Emma and her phone. "Oh, Gen was simply trying to make me laugh."

Emma stares at her. "Guess it worked."

"Guess so," Regina responds quietly.

Grabbing a chair and sliding close to the bed, Emma continues, "So how is she?"

"She is well. I replenished the retainer account for, I believe, the tenth time."

"Really well then," Emma tries a half-hearted chuckle, but it fails to pass her lips.

Regina's phone dings, and she quickly silences it, not unnoticed by Emma.

Emma clears her throat. "Well, speaking of Gen, I am leaving with Henry tomorrow."

Regina's head snaps up. "I beg your pardon?"

"Tomorrow, Henry and I will be on a plane to good ol' Hartsfield-Jackson."

"When are you coming back?"

Emma stares in her eyes. "Do you care?"

Regina recoils a bit. "Of course I care, Emma. Why would I not?"

Scoffing, Emma shakes her head. "Okay, Regina." She stands up and unnecessarily brushes off her pants.

"Where are you going?" Regina scoots herself up farther on the bed.

"It's late."

"And?"

Emma crosses her arms. "Maybe I'd like to sleep."

"Then sleep here with me, just as we have done at every opportunity."

Emma sucks her teeth. "I don't get the impression you really want me here."

"You do not get to tell me what I want," Regina says sternly.

"Fine," Emma drops her arms and steps closer to the bed. "Then tell me what you want. It's not me. What is it? Who is it? Is it Gen?"

"No. I want you."

"Bullshit."

Regina holds Emma's gaze. "I want my feelings for you back, but I don't know how to make that happen."

"In the meantime, I'm dying inside. My heart is being ripped to shreds. Your mind has made its decision for your heart while my mind and heart have yet to catch up. Do you understand that I can never stop loving you? Do you understand that you are the love of my life? Do you understand that I want nothing more than for all of this to be some sick joke so I can forgive you and we can carry on with our lives?"

"I do understand."

Emma shakes her head. "You really don't, Regina. And at this rate, you never will." She drops her arms to her side. "I won't leave the hospital, but I can't be in here right now. I love you too much."

"Emma, please."

Before exiting the room, Emma stops in the doorway. "Goodnight, Regina." She leaves.

Regina's phone buzzes. She looks at the screen to see another message from Gen. Running a hand through her hair, she tosses her phone on the table next to the bed, disregarding the message.