He could survive, he thinks, if things go bad here, and he's glad to be prepared. Even more than that, he's willing and eager to help others learn skills they don't have, things he can teach them. Yet he's also cognizant of the things he could do with learning as well, knows there are gaps in his knowledge and it's a reciprocal thing, in a way, a continuous cycle of growing and learning from one another. Even if Martha doesn't realize it, she's helping him, too, in ways she might not ever imagine she could.

"I agree with that," he smiles. "And not only because I happen to be making a simple meal." He gets everything heated, begins chopping up the meat, and looks over at her. "Well, you're quite welcome, of course, but I have to thank you as well, for your company, your friendship." He takes a deep breath, and though he's focused on his task, he doesn't want to keep her completely in the dark.

"When I returned home, quite a lot happened...many good things, and some distressing things." He has to pause again before revealing, "My wife, whom I had previously known to be dead, was returned to me. Emma went back in time through a portal and stumbled across my Marian, bringing her back to Storybrooke with her. She...was dead, and I let go of her, and now she's with me again."

...And he's in love with someone else.