Lips pursed slightly as she watched him, head cocking to the side as she crossed her arms. She may consider him as much as a son as Henry, but it wasn’t exactly her choice that he be the one to find out before anyone else. Especially Henry.
It had been a rather … S L O W day at the library —— ( not that a B U S Y one differed much in capacity ) —— most of the librarian’s time spent reshelving books && organizing catalog cards. So when the door creaked open naught but twenty minutes shy of closing, it was only natural for the brunette to assume that it was her Rumple ———— coming to collect her for the drive home after a similarly slow day at the shop.
❛❛ Hey, Rum ——— ❜❜
Yet, oh; the young boy standing only a few steps inside the door was certainly not Rumpelstiltskin —— not unless her love had heard about the forewarned chance of company and had decided to play a small T R I C K on her.
❛❛ Oh, sorry —— I, uh —— thought you were someone E L S E. ❜❜
Moving past her surprise, the brunette’s expression instead quickly turned to one of pensiveness, recalling what she had been told a few days prior.
❛❛ It's … J A C K, right? Henry said you might stop by. ❜❜
/slumps against his furry friend and drifts asleep.
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He can feel the instant Jack falls asleep, and is careful not to twitch or glance at the guardian at this realization–he keeps his shoulder and upper arm perfectly still, only allowing his tail to sweep across the ground and curl over the boy’s thigh. The beast can’t imagine he’ll get cold; yet, the mere press of Jack’s white hair against his bicep makes him feel warm, and he hopes the presence of his tail will do the same.