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What should I say? You're late? Would that make you happy enough to go away? I learned my lesson long enough ago - no more traveling. Ever. Not for adventure, not for riches, never for some girl who wants to [ a wave of his hands, before they fall to his sides ] "broaden my horizons". They're broader than they should be already. You can only stretch things so far before they [ snap ] snap.

[ . . . and his shoulders sag slightly. ] I'm not going to leave her again.

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Well then, I suppose we're just going to have to eventually help each other, aren't we, dearie?

[ Oh no, he preferred this partnership when he wasn't actually a desperate soul. B( ]

You don't have anything I want.

Not at the moment, but it's not so hard to guess what you do want. And I could so very easily procure that for you.

[ oh so flatly. ] "Procure".

Acquire, obtain, appropriate, bring around, produce, fetch, retrieve... [Are you still paying attention?] Should I go on?

If it keeps you entertained.

Considerate of you, dearie, but no.

Then don't.

Anyway, she's not a thing.

Could have fooled me. What with the way you put her aside and abandoned her like one... [He giggles.]

[ And - shaking with rage, check. ]

I didn't. There was a reason.

[Rumple's also a lot less pleasant, but he keeps that smile right in place.]

And what reason would that be, dearie?

To [ and here's something that's half-hiccup, half-laugh ] help her.

[The hicculaughter doesn't help.]

And just how did that work out for you? For her?

You know.

Precisely why you should be thanking me for even considering helping you in your little predicament, dearie.

Well, you should be leaving, but you're not. Funny, isn't it?

Now why would I leave when I know you'll make a deal with me, dearie?

[A giggle.]

You don't know.

Oh, but I do, dearie.

[Terrible as a father you might be, Jefferson, he knows you want to set it right. ~~He empathizes.~~]

I'm not desperate enough to risk -

[ And he shuts up, but. The price is never, ever worth it. ]

You've been far too honest for a lie to work now.

[ A bark of laughter. ]

Why would I lie to an old friend?

[Now that does get quite the laugh from him.]

Why would you not trust an old friend?

Because it's you.

And you think me so incapable of gratitude that I would not help you out of the goodness of my heart alone? [A hand to his chest.] You wound me.

[He giggles.]

But you'd be right.