The memory was still fresh enough for him to have no trouble shifting between Sheriff Graham's memories and the Huntsman's, and for all that he nearly winced at his having stumbled toward Emma to kiss her or the...

It was best not to think of what he had done after Emma had pushed him away, the sharpness of every detail threatening to bleed into the solid world around him with Ruby watching him intently. His smile was more strained then as he nodded, trying for a benign comment where he had trapped himself into a line of thought better not investigated. "I never miss," he told her, trying to remember whether he had thanked her for the drinks she had served him or not but the details of it were hazy where what happened after were too clear.

He shook off the weight of his own memories for a moment and chose to ask instead, choosing what he believed to be an easier topic. "How long ago was that? For you, I mean."