Things are calm. It's an odd feeling, one that no one really knows how to deal with, but everyone is trying to soak in before everything inevitably goes to hell again. This is Storybrooke after all.

Killian is sitting with Emma in the diner, arm draped casually around her shoulders as she sips her hot cocoa. His coffee long forgotten, simply watching her drink and letting his mind wander. If you had asked him if he ever thought he could be this happy the answer would have assuredly been no. Who would have thought that his centuries long quest for vengeance would find him here, with his True Love, in a town of people he actually could call friends. It was baffling in its absurdity.

The comfortable silence is interrupted by a muffled vibration coming from his leather jacket, causing him to jump a bit in his seat. He recognizes it as the cell phone he finally feels comfortable using, but doesn't quite understand who beyond Emma would be calling him on it. Emma looks on as he answers the contraption, curious herself as to who is on the other line.

"Hello?"

"Killian?"

"Aye. Is that you, Henry?"

"Yeah…"

"Did you need to speak to your mom, lad? She's right here with…"

Henry interrupts, "Er, no…I wanted to talk to you if you have a minute."

Killian holds his hand over the phone and turns to Emma, "It's Henry. For me?"

Turning his attention back to Henry, "Of course lad, what can I help you with?"

"Actually, I just wanted to apologize for…"

"Henry, don't worry, I've had worse falls than those marbles caused. No harm done."

"No, not for that, well…yes for that, but I…well… I didn't mean what I said to you, either. I don't think you are a dirty pirate. I mean, I'm glad you finally changed your clothes, but I don't remember you ever smelling bad or anything."

Killian chuckled, which caused Emma to try and lean in to hear the conversation more clearly. "Thank you Henry. I'm happy to hear that you approve of my hygiene." Emma rolls her eyes at that and turns back to her cocoa with a smile.

Henry gave a small laugh on the other end of the line, but Killian could tell that he wasn't quite finished with what he had to say.

Henry took a deep breath and launched into his next speech. "Look, I know I said that I didn't like you and that I didn't want you and my Mom to be together and I didn't mean any of that either. I know you make her happy and you've helped save us all more than once and…and you take me sailing and…you're Captain freakin' Hook. That's pretty cool if you ask me, even if you used to be a villain. Well, I guess you were a villain, but not like my other Mom was, but you weren't necessarily good either. This whole villains vs. heroes thing can get really confusing when you think about it." Henry takes another deep breath before continuing his stream of consciousness into the phone. "Plus, you and my Mom are in the book now. Together. I knew when I saw you in there dancing with her that you were supposed to be her happy ending. And she deserves one, Killian. And so do you. Will you be her happy ending?"

Killian is at a loss for words. His eyes have misted over and Emma rests her fingers on his leg, concerned at the look in his eyes. Killian gives her a small smile to let her know that all is okay and takes a second to compose himself.

Henry clears his throat into the phone, jolting Killian to refocus.

"Lad, if there is a happy ending in that book for me, I know it will be with your Mom. She saved me in more ways than one. If I can repay that favor for her, I will gladly do so until the end of my days." Emma tears up at this and squeezes Killian's leg. "Thank you for asking this of me, Henry. Having your blessing means more than you know. Being a part of Emma's life means being a part of yours; in any way you want me to be."

A relieved sigh can be heard from Henry at that. "Great! When can we go sailing again? I want to show Mom how to navigate the stars like you taught me."

"Any time you wish, lad. Any time at all."

"Thanks, Killian. Say hi to my Mom for me." Killian's hears the line go dead at that and turns to Emma with his heart in his throat.

Emma gives Killian's leg another squeeze and reaches up for his phone. He sees her press a series of buttons before handing it back over. "Here, Killian, when you want to talk to him again, just hit the Henry button."