By the end of a week of reclusiveness, Regina calls Mary Margaret and awaits her arrival. All week, she took to caring for herself and managing her own physical therapy. By two days in, she realized her ambition may have been a bit too extreme, but she needed the time to herself. The only person permitted access to the home was Henry who had just taken a plane back to Atlanta for finals.

The doorbell rings, and Regina checks herself in the mirror with a sigh, not sure how ready she really is for Emma's enthusiastic mother. The doorbell rings a second time, earning an eye roll from Regina. "How charming," she mocks.

The door opens to a smiling Mary Margaret and David with his hand hovering over the doorbell.

Regina raises her eyebrow to David. "A bit impatient, are we?"

David drops his hand. "We were just concerned about you."

"And you thought repeatedly ringing the bell would alleviate your concern?"

David glances at Mary Margaret then Regina and back again. Mary Margaret smiles at him and tugs on his sleeve as she steps toward the entrance, waiting for Regina to step back and let them enter. With an unnecessarily audible sigh, Regina gestures for them to pass.

Mary Margaret squeezes Regina's forearm, ignoring Regina's accompanying glare. "We're so glad you called, Regina. How are you? Is everything okay? How were you with the exercises? What can we do? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"Interesting," Regina states slowly while looking between David and Mary Margaret.

"What's interesting?" Mary Margaret asks glancing at David as well.

"Suddenly it's become we." Regina studies David, humming, then nods for them to follow her into the living room where Mary Margaret set up her equipment after Regina discharged.

"Okay," Mary Margaret starts. "Do you want David to help you stretch?"

Regina looks David up and down. "Not particularly." When David releases a sigh of relief, Regina chuckles to herself. "But he'll do just fine." She smirks at his horrified expression and then laughs at Mary Margaret's little pat of encouragement.

David slowly approaches as Regina takes a seat on the couch, stretching out her legs across the cushions.

Spreading the therapy papers out on the table, Mary Margaret shakes her head and smiles listening to Regina bark orders at David. At the end of a stability rail, a blanket lays bunched up. She picks up the blanket with the intention of folding and placing it back on the chair where it had been residing for the last two weeks so Regina could relax after the exercises. As she shakes it out, a picture falls to the floor. She bends down, scooping up the picture to examine it. The picture is one she had never seen of Emma standing behind Regina, her arms wrapped around Regina's waist and chin on her shoulder. Mary Margaret can see the happiness radiating from them. She squeezes her eyes shut, fighting a tear at the loss both women, and her daughter in particular, must be facing.

Regina snatches the picture from Mary Margaret, quickly but gently wiping a tear from the image. She gasps when she feels the other woman's arms wrap around her. Taking a moment to debate whether she's willing to return the embrace, she decides against it and shrugs her off. "That's quite enough, thank you."

"Regina, you don't always have to be so strong."

Regina runs her fingers over the picture. "If I was strong, this never would have happened."

David clears his throat. "I was- um- just thinking that- um- maybe since… you know- um-"

"Typically it is best to gather one's thoughts before speaking." Regina turns and places a hand on her hip. "Would you like to try again?"

"Well, did- um- did you get much shopping done this- this last week?"

Regina looks over her shoulder at Mary Margaret who is staring at David, looking just as confused as Regina. "No." She turns back to David. "Why?"

David rubs the back of his neck. "I can stay and help, or I could go restock your pantry, or check the lights in the house, or mow the lawn, or-"

"I have a gardener."

"Right. Of course. But I could…"

Regina rolls her eyes. "There is a list for the store on my desk. Go make yourself useful."

David smiles and tries not to sprint out of the room.

Turning back to Mary Margaret, Regina glares at her. "Why did you bring him?"

"He wanted to help."

"No, he didn't."

Mary Margaret shrugs. "Okay, no, he didn't. Can I ask you something?"

"I asked you something first."

"Are you planning on getting back with Emma?"

Feeling her fists clenching, Regina quickly sets down the picture on a side table. "That's none of your business."

Mary Margaret rolls her eyes. "Regina."

Taking a seat, Regina carefully crosses her legs, still not finding the movement as easy as it once was. "What do you want to hear?"

"The truth." Mary Margaret sits in the chair adjacent Regina.

"Why should I discuss this with you?"

"She's my daughter, and maybe one day you will be too."

Regina snorts. "I will never be your daughter."

"Fine," Mary Margaret sighs. "Maybe one day we will be even more of a family."

Regina shifts. "Maybe. I still don't see how that equates to this discussion."

Moving over to the couch next to Regina, Mary Margaret continues. "Regina, stop being so cold. I know you're hurt, but so is Emma, and if you don't get past your own pain and stubbornness at least a little, you can't pull her back in."

Regina stares at Mary Margaret. "What if she doesn't want to be pulled back in?"

Mary Margaret places a hand on Regina's knee but quickly recoils it at the glare she receives. "She's in love with you, Regina. Trust me, she wants to be pulled back in."

"What if I try and she rejects me?"

"What if you never try and you both spend a lifetime broken hearted without your true love?"

"True love," Regina rolls the phrase off her tongue, having been too afraid to explore that notion with Emma. She looks back at the picture and takes a deep breath. "Let's get through these exercises. I need to call Henry afterward."

Mary Margaret stands and offers a hand to Regina who begrudgingly accepts the help in standing. "We can still talk about this."

Regina shakes her head. "I need to focus on regaining my strength as soon as possible. I spent a week mulling over Emma, and you see how far that got me. Please. I'd rather you help me focus."

Mary Margaret nods. "Whatever you need, Regina. Emma isn't going anywhere. She'll still be-"

"Snow," Regina snaps.

Throwing up her hands, Mary Margaret nods toward the stability rail. "One-legged squats, then."

Regina takes a deep breath, one last glance at the picture, then starts on her exercises, Mary Margaret keeping a close eye on her.