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Two coffees in hand and still sore but needing to see a friendly face, Emma walked into the station with a weary smile. The time with Mary Margaret in the forest hadn't cleared up Emma's confusion on who the woman was to her now. Sure, she was her mom technically, but it was still -- and David was even more complicated, she barely knew the guy and suddenly he was her roommate and was playing bestie. It was just hard and her undead, it's-complicated, not-complicated, boss friend was the friendliest option.
The return from the forest had been...bumpy. Yeah, bumpy, that was what she'd go with. But she was back from the foresty hellscape and Cora and Hook hadn't come through the well after her and Mary Margaret, so she was fine with it. Still, she had been thrilled to see Henry and had held him tight until he'd insisted he needed to talk to Regina. Emma hadn't argued, but she hadn't liked it either.
She stopped beside Graham's desk, holding the coffee out with a small jiggle. "Hey, stranger."
