[Her words strike him deep, old hurts he never talked about that he'd long covered with anger and malicious hate. How was it that he had only known her for months and feel as though he'd been searching for her his entire life?
Because she was Snow. She was Mary Margaret. She was his everything no matter what world or universe she came from. She was the only person who had ever made him want to be better, to be the man that she needed him to be. It didn't matter that in her world she was married with a family or that in his world she was trying to piece together what remained of a shattered past. He had found her here. That was all that mattered to him.
He loved her and the truth of it was written on his face.
Bigby smiles and walks over to her, taking the roaster from her hand, his fingers brushing against her own.]
You know, I can't remember, either. It was a very long time ago.
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Because she was Snow. She was Mary Margaret. She was his everything no matter what world or universe she came from. She was the only person who had ever made him want to be better, to be the man that she needed him to be. It didn't matter that in her world she was married with a family or that in his world she was trying to piece together what remained of a shattered past. He had found her here. That was all that mattered to him.
He loved her and the truth of it was written on his face.
Bigby smiles and walks over to her, taking the roaster from her hand, his fingers brushing against her own.]
You know, I can't remember, either. It was a very long time ago.