@ArdentSprout — get there easily too. It was so familiar as they stepped inside and found a booth, but yet it felt so different to —

@ArdentSprout — Henry. He had been coming there for his entire life, save for the three weeks that he didn’t live in Storybrooke as an —

@ArdentSprout — infant and that one year where he had been in New York, and yet for the first time, it was /different/. Because now, he —

@ArdentSprout — wasn’t waiting for his moms or his grandparents, or Violet or some other friend from school. (And yes, he had remained —

@ArdentSprout — friends with Violet for this long, even after they didn’t work out in a relationship. After all, it wasn’t /her/ fault —

@ArdentSprout — that he wasn’t interested in her.) Now, he was sitting there with his new friend Charlie from /college/, and he wouldn’t —

@ArdentSprout — be returning to the loft or the mansion or Emma’s house, but rather to his dorm that he shared with the lovely boy across —

@ArdentSprout — from him. Now, every time Charlie smiled, Henry got butterflies in his stomach that he had ignored for years, because —

@ArdentSprout — all of Storybrooke had known him his entire life and it was hard to find guys attractive when you could still remember —

@ArdentSprout — them calling you names after the curse broke and they realized your moms were the /Evil Queen/ and the /Savior/. —

@ArdentSprout — He forced the thoughts out of his mind, though, determined not to allow himself to get weird around Charlie. Even if he /was/ interested—

@ArdentSprout — in guys, they were roommates - that was a recipe for disaster, was it not? “Depends on who you ask,” Henry admitted, not even having —

@ArdentSprout — picked up his menu. After all, he knew it by heart. “But I’ve always gotten the burger and chocolate milkshake.” At least, he did when —

@ArdentSprout — his mom let him. But she wasn’t there to tell him “no” anymore, a fact which felt strange even though he knew she was only ten minutes —

@ArdentSprout — away less if she had gone to the office after dropping him off.

@SeductressMills Henry shrugged his shoulders at his mother's question, then angled his body towards her. "I guess fries are out of —

@SeductressMills — the question?" He laughed, then nodded. "Salad, I guess. And garlic bread..." Henry busied himself with cleaning —

@SeductressMills — some of the mess he made, then moved to the fridge and started to get the ingredients for the salad out. He was so —

@SeductressMills — glad to be hope and be eating a homecooked meal that it felt ridiculous. Never again would he take for granted Regina's —

@SeductressMills — cooking, that was for sure.