She's here. That's the choice she'd made when she'd fled Room 15, when she'd told him they ought to keep this -- whatever it is -- friendly.
She's not even sure it's the right choice, but what does she know? Even she thinks she's the worst person in the world to ask about what might be the right or wrong thing to do when other people are involved.
So she shrugs, searching Mary Margaret's face for the disgust and dislike she ought to be finding, but seeing nothing other than warmth, sweetness, a fond and comforting sympathy that strikes deep into her chest and nestles next to her heart where she can cherish it, like a jewel.
"It didn't seem fair to make him the solution to my bad day," she says, finally. "Just because Regina doesn't want me around doesn't mean I get to drag somebody else into it."
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She's not even sure it's the right choice, but what does she know? Even she thinks she's the worst person in the world to ask about what might be the right or wrong thing to do when other people are involved.
So she shrugs, searching Mary Margaret's face for the disgust and dislike she ought to be finding, but seeing nothing other than warmth, sweetness, a fond and comforting sympathy that strikes deep into her chest and nestles next to her heart where she can cherish it, like a jewel.
"It didn't seem fair to make him the solution to my bad day," she says, finally. "Just because Regina doesn't want me around doesn't mean I get to drag somebody else into it."