[Henry nodded, his darker demeanour slides off now that Gold had accepted the truth.] Let's hope so. I wouldn't like to deal with them again and I doubt you would either.

[He sat back down on the ground at this point, bringing out his notebook and flicking back at what he'd written.]

Why don't we try and figure out the differences in our stories instead? Assuming Isaac is to blame, of course. I'm not sure how exactly as we managed to stop him before his plan was completed.

[He was smiling now as if none of the previous conversation had happened, and if Gold looked closely at Henry's bag, he might see the Author's quill poking out of it now that Henry had removed other things that were hiding it.]