Robin visits Regina in her vault. (4x04) Unedited.
The day after ripping Marian’s heart out of her chest, the first things she does after her morning routine is go to her vault. Henry has stayed with Emma overnight, so she decides to get an early start. Perhaps she will be lucky and their will be solved before noon, and she can grab lunch with her son.
As it turns out, it’s not that easy to thaw someone heart without the power of true love.
Still, she searches for a way to break this curse. She’s in merely an hour after sunrise, books open and sprawled around her. Henry is supposed to sleep in his room at the manor tonight, but he won’t be looking for her before long. She has time.
When she hears the footsteps of someone cautiously coming down the flight of stairs leading to her vault, she calls, “Be careful, Henry,” in her best mom voice.
"I always am," the reply reaches her ears, and her head snaps up.
"Robin," she greets, surprised, setting her book aside and getting up to keep him from coming in (this is her sanctuary, one of the few places free of memories of him, she doesn’t want him to come closer), but he stays by the door, knows better than to invade her space, and she is once again reminded of how much he knows her. "What are you doing here?" she asks to break the uncomfortable silence before it could start.
He lifts a hand holding a brown paper bag, declaring “I thought you might be hungry,” and waits for her nod before taking a step forward into her space.
Regina sees him glancing around, taking in his surroundings. He’s curious, she knows, but he knows it’s not his place to ask, not anymore.
She frees the top of a pile of trunks, putting jars and bottles and yellowed parchments away as he opens his bag and sets out food. Enough for two, she notes.
She doesn’t really want to spend this time in idle chatter while they snack on fresh sandwiches from Granny’s, but the way her stomach growls at the sight of a meal tells her she’s been negligent (and she has, she skipped breakfast this morning), and that she should eat something.
Luckily for her, Robin doesn’t seem to want to force a discussion out of this, so they simply munch on their food together, in comfortable silence, or as comfortable as it can get for two ex-lovers-who-still-loved-each-other-separated-by-a-wife-who-came-back-from-the-dead.
He clears the trunk when they’re done, crumples the now-empty bag into his hands and shoves it in the pocket of his coat.
"Thank you," she says meekly.
Robin nods, “Anytime.”
He turns to leave but halts when she inquires, “You didn’t ask.” It’s not a question but her voice rises up at the end to make it into one. She was expecting more out of this, questions, discussion, something, about Marian, about her progress, but Robin had remained silent throughout lunch, and she doesn’t really understand what he came here for if not to ask her how his wife was fairing.
The outlaw simply shrugs. “I know you.”
There it is again, that sentences she loathes; loathes because she can’t deny it, and the more time passes, the more Robin proves it to her, and the more she wishes it were untrue.
He goes on, “You’re already eating yourself up about not having a solution yet.” Her mouth opens to reply, but he cuts in before she can let a sound out, “I trust you.”
The other three words she hates; those ones because they’re dangerous, more than anything. He should know better than to trust her. Marian doesn’t (she tolerates her because of Robin, but Regina’s knows mistrust, understands it, especially considering where they’re coming from), yet he’s putting his wife’s life in her hands. It scares her. That kind of trust scares her.
Robin has closed in on her now. He’s edging on her personal space, not too close, he knows her limits, but close enough to unsettle her. “I know you’re doing everything in your power to find a cure,” he says, and she nods, because she is. “And if there is one, you’ll find it. It’s only a matter of time.”
As he stares into her eyes, the echoes of another lunch come back to her, another version of this, where the timing was theirs, before it slipped from their grasp.
She steps back, looks down, composing her face before tilting her head back up, and the look in his eyes tells her he just thought the same thing.
He bows slightly and turns around, for good this time, and she goes back to her books and potions, more determined than ever to find a cure.