louder than words.
The little shop settles in some awkward silence from the very moment the door closes behind the royal family, and Killian finds himself not knowing what to do at first. The lady Belle seems equally at a loss, which isn’t that helping, looking around her with big frightened eyes – something that has more to do with him standing there than with the task at hand, he won’t even kid himself into thinking otherwise.
With a little cough she finally turns around and starts looking through the drawers – after what, he has no idea – so he does the same on the other side of the room, opening boxes and looking behind vases. He feels properly and utterly useless, mind wandering to Emma and David every so often. Saying he worries is a bit of an understatement, but he knows his Swan wants him here, knows she can defend herself anyway. It doesn’t make the feeling any less bitter, though.
“So”, he says at last, as he peeks behind a shelf, “you and the Dark One.”
“So,” she replies, and he sees from the corner of his eye that she doesn’t even look at him, just pushes a ladder against a bookcase. “You and Emma.”