The truth of the matter was that the Huntsman had never understood why men (and women) played with their words in shades of truth and called it subtlety. It had seemed to him to be a waste of both time and breath, but where he wanted to keep from driving off Ruby by sounding like a madman if he spoke plainly to Snow's Prince and told him that he had guessed that the other man had remembered who he was as well, Graham found that he had little ability to play subtlety and be understood. He had tried by asking for Snow's counterpart in the hopes that it would do something - the only connection he knew of between himself and the man in front of him being through her - but he couldn't claim he was surprised it had failed. There seemed to be a certain finesse to it that lay out of his reach and he tried to keep his own frustration from spelling itself out across his face.
Between the flinch at the name he'd been cursed with and the slip of his tongue that had him misnaming Ruby as Red, it seemed clear the Prince remembered. Or as clear as anything seemed when their situation was what it was and his head felt overfull with clashing memories.
Where Ruby looked at their surroundings, Graham stole a look over at her and wished again that when she looked at him again it would be with recognition of more than who they had been in Storybrooke. The second looking over the familiar shape of her face in profile was an indulgence he allowed himself only a moment before he shook his head, turning his attention back to the Prince. Understanding where they were had to be a priority, the idea of being trapped anywhere after being kept in a cage for so long already one that hardly put Graham in anything like an amorous mood.
"I was with Emma at the office," he said, the quicksilver recognition of who the woman was to the Prince almost making him wince himself as it occurred to him. He continued, picking his words with care in the hopes of getting a message through to the other man still without alerting Ruby. "We'd been talking about a book Henry showed me. And then I was here."
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Between the flinch at the name he'd been cursed with and the slip of his tongue that had him misnaming Ruby as Red, it seemed clear the Prince remembered. Or as clear as anything seemed when their situation was what it was and his head felt overfull with clashing memories.
Where Ruby looked at their surroundings, Graham stole a look over at her and wished again that when she looked at him again it would be with recognition of more than who they had been in Storybrooke. The second looking over the familiar shape of her face in profile was an indulgence he allowed himself only a moment before he shook his head, turning his attention back to the Prince. Understanding where they were had to be a priority, the idea of being trapped anywhere after being kept in a cage for so long already one that hardly put Graham in anything like an amorous mood.
"I was with Emma at the office," he said, the quicksilver recognition of who the woman was to the Prince almost making him wince himself as it occurred to him. He continued, picking his words with care in the hopes of getting a message through to the other man still without alerting Ruby. "We'd been talking about a book Henry showed me. And then I was here."