[ Both sides. That's enough to have Jefferson looking at Emma with renewed focus. That's right, she's been reunited with her parents after being apart for the entirety of the curse. The circumstances of their respective separations may not have been identical-- Prince Charming and Snow White had far more noble reasons for abandoning their daughter, whereas Jefferson had simply been a fool-- but Emma, more than anyone, would know what it's like to be in both his shoes and Grace's.
The corner of his mouth twitches a little when she says she had some names for him, and it's hard to say if Jefferson's about to laugh or scowl, but he does, at least, appear somewhat grateful in the end. Now, at least, she understands; it's not like before, when he felt like he was going madder and madder trying to explain things to her that she wasn't ready to believe in.
His voice is soft, a little reluctant, but he manages to at least express some of the gratitude he's feeling once he absorbs everything Emma just said, particularly about how she would've felt, as a child, to know that her parents fought for her. ] Thank you.
[ But the perspective does bring him to another question, one that's been lingering at the edges of his mind, though he usually doesn't have it in him to really voice it to himself or others. ] Did you ever hate them? Your parents. Before you knew...
[ He doesn't know, exactly, how Grace might have come to regard him in the time between he left her and when Regina cast the curse. So much could have changed. ]
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The corner of his mouth twitches a little when she says she had some names for him, and it's hard to say if Jefferson's about to laugh or scowl, but he does, at least, appear somewhat grateful in the end. Now, at least, she understands; it's not like before, when he felt like he was going madder and madder trying to explain things to her that she wasn't ready to believe in.
His voice is soft, a little reluctant, but he manages to at least express some of the gratitude he's feeling once he absorbs everything Emma just said, particularly about how she would've felt, as a child, to know that her parents fought for her. ] Thank you.
[ But the perspective does bring him to another question, one that's been lingering at the edges of his mind, though he usually doesn't have it in him to really voice it to himself or others. ] Did you ever hate them? Your parents. Before you knew...
[ He doesn't know, exactly, how Grace might have come to regard him in the time between he left her and when Regina cast the curse. So much could have changed. ]