[Sitting down on the couch, he unwraps the book the rest of the way. He figures she wouldn't have let go of any memories of the two of them. And it's selfish probably to be glad about that, but he is. Opening the book, he flips through, and then looks up at her again.]

It's the original version. [Which isn't a complaint at all, just an observation.] Emma's not in it.

[For a second he wonders how Regina actually feels about the book, and he look up at her.]

I know it isn't really fair. About you, I mean. [As if he'd written it or had any control over it. But he'd believed it, for a long time, that she was only evil.] Maybe it's not fair that I like having it so much, either. [Fair to her, he means, because he realizes it's a reminder of what made things so bad between them to begin with.]