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“Me too, Tink. You don’t know the half of it.”
He gave a half-hearted smile, but the remark rang nothing but truth; with all that had happened as of late, he had longed for nothing better than a friendly face, perhaps even a shoulder to lean on if he felt all the stress was finally making him come loose at the hinges. And then there was Tinkerbell.
In the flurry of events, Neal had hardly had time to rekindle his friendship with her, but now that everything had been said and done, his father was gone and the curse had swept Emma and Henry away from him, he was left all but empty-handed. Yet once again, her presence reminded him that he was not without the presence of friends.
His smile grew fonder at the notion, and he inhaled calmly, as deep as he could, to clear any and all negative thought he may have had before that moment. Despite his current state of being, he was not alone. Patting the spot beside where he was seated by the campfire they had set up for the night, he offered her a seat, and essentially, an opportunity for conversation. Long overdue conversation.
“Looks like it’s gonna be a while ‘fore we get to settle down again, huh?”
Not that he was planning to settle down in the Enchanted Forest without resolving a few pressing issues—-he needed peace of mind. And it was probably audible in his tone of voice as well.
“So, what’s the first thing you’ve got planned? Any wild dreams that you’re lookin’ to fulfill now that things’re looking up for you?”
