[Neal stares at Emma for a very long time. The expression on his face shifts from emotion to emotion as his mind and heart wrestle with that new piece of news. Neal isn't always the best at hiding his emotions and each one flickers across his features before being replaced by the next: shock, disbelief, anger, hope.]
I have a son?
[He doesn't mean to phrase it like a question but hearing the words spoken aloud and by his own lips made them feel more tangible like something he could touch. He clears his throat and tries his best not to look emotional.]
You said you ran into me before. Was Henry there? [He feels his heart lurch in his chest as a sense of failure settles over his shoulders. Is he just as bad as his own father? Leaving a son to grow up alone? It's a very real and heavy weight against Neal's heart.]
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I have a son?
[He doesn't mean to phrase it like a question but hearing the words spoken aloud and by his own lips made them feel more tangible like something he could touch. He clears his throat and tries his best not to look emotional.]
You said you ran into me before. Was Henry there? [He feels his heart lurch in his chest as a sense of failure settles over his shoulders. Is he just as bad as his own father? Leaving a son to grow up alone? It's a very real and heavy weight against Neal's heart.]