[ After recent events-- recent hiding and wallowing and breakdowns and arguments-- Jefferson's back to making efforts to keep his head on straight. The fact that the winter solstice (or Yule, Christmas, whatever) is approaching makes the urge to stay inside and isolate especially tempting, but he has to remind himself: if he avoids people, he'll never get his incentive. And if he doesn't work on his problems while he's got the chance to even try here, then how can he even claim to be a fit father for Grace when he finally does get her back?
The festive chatter on the network and around the city reminds Jefferson all too keenly of what (who) is missing from his life, and that's what's making life even more difficult than usual. Every Christmas in Storybrooke, he spent alone, sometimes drinking, usually crying. Sure, he didn't even consider himself a religious man, and certainly not a Christian, but from what he understood, Christmas was about family, being together with loved ones. He didn't have that, but he'd watch Grace and her parents through his telescope and pretend that he was there with her, giving her every gift she could want. He'd do it until it became too difficult to watch any longer, or until the family tidied up the shredded wrapping paper and empty boxes, and Grace ran off to play with her new toys.
Remember why you're here. He tells himself that over and over again as he leaves his apartment to go meet up with Gold. And by the time he gets to the coffee shop, he can even put on a charming, friendly smile, the face he'd wear during his rare moments of socializing in Storybrooke.
After ordering his tea at the counter, he joins Gold at his table, removing his coat and draping it over the back of his chair before he sits. ]
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The festive chatter on the network and around the city reminds Jefferson all too keenly of what (who) is missing from his life, and that's what's making life even more difficult than usual. Every Christmas in Storybrooke, he spent alone, sometimes drinking, usually crying. Sure, he didn't even consider himself a religious man, and certainly not a Christian, but from what he understood, Christmas was about family, being together with loved ones. He didn't have that, but he'd watch Grace and her parents through his telescope and pretend that he was there with her, giving her every gift she could want. He'd do it until it became too difficult to watch any longer, or until the family tidied up the shredded wrapping paper and empty boxes, and Grace ran off to play with her new toys.
Remember why you're here. He tells himself that over and over again as he leaves his apartment to go meet up with Gold. And by the time he gets to the coffee shop, he can even put on a charming, friendly smile, the face he'd wear during his rare moments of socializing in Storybrooke.
After ordering his tea at the counter, he joins Gold at his table, removing his coat and draping it over the back of his chair before he sits. ]
I hope I didn't keep you waiting long.