Regina folded her hands across her lap, resisting the urge to reach out and strangle the mother of her son. If anything happened to even one curl on that idiot’s head, Henry would jump down her throat for that, and lately Regina hadn’t been in the mood for a fight. ❝I deal better with my emotions alone❞ She said stiffly, disregarding Emma’s hope speech (yet another thing she had inherited from Snow).
❝You know, instead of trying to make sure I don’t burn the town down, why don;t you focus on my son? Have you even asked him what he wants for this week’s bake sale? Whether his new association with Violet is even going well?❞ Naturally the urge to find the brunette girl that had stolen her son’s heart and break her piece by piece arose, but she had to remind herself that she was supposed to be accommodating, let her son have small pleasures in life so he would love her (fear still gripped her about the fact that his emotions could change like the tides).
❝And for God’s sake, say something about that! He’s twelve!❞
❝ NICE TRY, but you can’t use henry to get out of this, regina. what he wants is for his mom to stop self-destructing, and that’s not going to happen unless she stops being a STUBBORN IDIOT and actually asks for help. i get that considering...EVERYTHING, you might not want to talk to me, but it’s gotta be someone, and somehow i don’t see you having this conversation with EITHER of my parents. ❞
she IGNORED the rest of the mayor’s taunts, knowing that they were regina’s coping mechanisms, ways to push people away so she wouldn’t have to CONFRONT her own feelings. emma employed similar tactics a lot of the time. ❝ i’m not saying we have to braid each other’s hair and paint our nails or whatever, but henry doesn’t think you should be ALONE right now and i agree with him. so playing the kid card ? not gonna WORK. ❞
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