[For Snow] The New Black, Just Like the Old Black But Smaller

[st_oriedqueen]

"You have got to be kidding me," Regina muttered under her breath as she peered through the door she'd just opened. After a dumbfounded, annoyed moment, she asked Snow, "Are they all like this?" No wonder Snow hadn't wanted to go back to her room.

She could march back down to the lobby and demand another room, but she doubted she'd get one, and she was more interested in what Snow would tell her. Like where Robin and Roland were and whether Henry had arrived with them, or anyone else she knew. She hadn't asked yet, in case they were hiding or organizing a resistance or because they might not be here and she didn't want to cry in public.

Sighing, she squared her shoulders and gestured Snow into the red monstrosity in "Tack Room." "If the red is too much...we can just go for a walk."

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[st_oriedqueen]

Busy women. That sounded like Snow and it made her smile a little, pained. "Is that what you call me when I pour myself into work?" Because if it was, she ought to get used to it now before it would sting.

[st_arkcrowblack]

Snow shook her head, but she wasn't sure what words she wanted to describe the difference. But no, Regina wasn't anything like Kitty's painful attempts to relate. Nor was she like Caroline's... everything. Phryne mostly seemed tolerable, but thus far she'd tried to avoid finding out.

[st_oriedqueen]

Regina smoothed a hand down Snow's back and then stroked her hair again. "I trust you'll tell me anything else you think I need to know. It's enough for now." For now, all that really mattered was that they were both here and she'd missed her terribly. "Why don't we put something on the TV and curl up here on the bed for awhile."

[st_arkcrowblack]

For the first time in a long time, Snow brightened, black eyes lighting up. She didn't smile, not quite, but she didn't have to.