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[notinthebook]

When she wakes up, mouth fuzzy and head aching, and stumbles past the linen closet on her way to the shower, she can't help pausing as she grabs a towel.

She could say the words, grab a cup of coffee and something greasy at the bar, wait out this hangover, head to work once her head's cleared a little.  It would be easy.  No one would miss her.

She stares at the closed closet door, then heads to the bathroom without opening it again.






That all just means that she's a little surly when she gets to the office.  Graham's as affable as ever, and if he notices the redness of her eyes or the way she digs into a breakfast burrito at her desk or the fact that she keeps refilling her coffee, he doesn't mention it.

He does tell her that she's on her own for lunch -- her turn to man the phonelines, but she waves him away -- after a day like yesterday, after a night like last night, she's more than happy to just hang out here and not think about a single damn thing.

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[stillsmallvoice]

Letting a soft laugh slip, Archie shrugged.

"That's a pretty safe hypothesis, if it were possible."

[notinthebook]

Of course, Regina's pretty stubborn, too, but Emma likes her theory better.

She's successfully deflected the conversation back to Henry again, but she's not sure where to go with it now. The truth is, she doesn't really know Archie well, though he seems like a nice guy.

It's just that she's not used to spending enough time with people to get to know them, and it's not really a strong suit of hers.

"What did you come here to talk about, Archie? I know you'll go the extra mile for your patients, but I don't think you're here just to give me an update on Henry's well-being or to comment on my hangover."

[stillsmallvoice]

He's not entirely comfortable himself, but it's important for him to step as far as he can to be a shoulder when needed - someone that people know they can trust.

"Not just, no." He's not fond of corners, nor being forced into them... but he's pretty sure it's one of Emma's specialties.

Quietly, glancing up at her, he admits; "I thought you could use a friend in Storybrooke, someone you can talk to that doesn't have a vested interest."

[notinthebook]

She feels a little bad about the way Archie shifts, looking uncomfortable: he's not an antagonist, not an enemy, just a guy trying to lend her a helping hand, which she's biting right off.

There's a sensible reaction for you.

Giving her hot chocolate a chagrined look, she shrugs, feeling sort of guilty for pushing at him. It might be her instinct, but even she knows that's not the right one to have.

(Probably when he says 'friend' she shouldn't think 'ally', but that's just another kneejerk reaction.)

"Thanks," she says, awkward. "I think I can use all the friends I can get. But I, uh, I'm pretty used to working alone. This is all kind of a new thing for me."

[stillsmallvoice]

'Ally' wouldn't be wrong in the least.

"I understand," he shifts again, slowly getting up to his feet and wiping his hands together after throwing away the remainder of his pastry. "Believe it or not."

With a soft smile, he picks up his umbrella and taps gently against the side of the desk.

"Tell the sheriff I said 'hello'."

[notinthebook]

"You got it."

She gets up, too, thumbs slipping into her back pockets as she gives him a lopsided little smile.

"Thanks for the goodies. I'll try to save some for Graham."

She lifts her hand as he turns to go, watches as he wanders away, that ever-present umbrella swinging easily by his side, and for a second a thoughtful look crosses her face before she shakes her head and sits back down at her desk, bearclaw in one hand and file in the other.

She even saves the rest of the box for Graham.

(Not that she isn't tempted.)