How are you today?
Hi! I’m doing okay. You?
I’m doing lovely! You’re the Mayor’s son right? Henry?
That’s right. I’m Henry Mills. What about you? I know I’ve seen you some places before.
((set around the time of episode 17 - Hat Trick))
Henry woke up at the usual time, but his mind was already buzzing with activity. After what had happened the previous night, he could hardly go to sleep. The boy really hoped that Emma would find the missing Mary Margaret before the latter got too far out of Storybrooke. He didn’t want to risk losing his teacher — and maternal grandmother.
So, it was with a worried mind that Henry started his walk to school. Of course, the class had a substitute teacher that day because of Miss Blanchard’s current jail time. Letting out a sigh, he continued forward past the Sheriff’s station, hanging onto a bit of hope that Emma had found his missing teacher in time…
How are you today?
Hi! I’m doing okay. You?
I’m already going crazy. How long until season two?
Jefferson sighed softly as he stared into a mostly-empty fridge. Well, looks like it was time to go shopping…
Frowning, he grabbed his coat by the door, slipping it on as he made a mental note of what groceries he’d need and approximately how much. Eggs, bread,…
Jefferson jumped slightly, surprised that someone would get close enough to bump into him. People usually steered clear of him on his visits he was the “odd one out” in Storybrooke. He didn’t know if people were afraid of him or just didn’t like him, and he never stuck around long enough to find out. He’d just get what he needed and leave. But he did get the feeling that a few people thought he wasn’t quite right in the head…
He looked to the source of the apology and gave a small smile.
“It’s okay, no harm done. And I’m afraid I wasn’t exactly paying attention like I should have been.” he said, taking responsibility for his absentmindedness.
This was the first interaction he’s had in what seemed like an eternity.
He stood there for a second, thinking that the kid looked kinda familiar, but he wasn’t quite sure. He didn’t think he’d met him before today, and wondered if he should introduce himself…
Henry looked at the man as he was talking to him. This guy wasn’t seen around Storybrooke often, Henry could tell. He hardly had seen him until now. Still, there seemed to be a familiar air about him. It was a no-brainer that he was actually a fairytale character, but which one the boy had yet to know.
“It’s okay,” the ten year old accepted the apology. “Accidents happen all the time.” He then held out his hand. “I’m Henry.”
Jefferson gave the boy a smile, before taking his hand and giving it a friendly shake.
“I’m Jefferson.” he replied. Then he paused a second. Henry…like the Queen’s father? Oh, wait…now he knew why the kid looked familiar. It made sense now…
“Henry…you’re the sheriff’s kid, right?” he asked, remembering now why he’d look so familiar to him. Although he didn’t come into Storybrooke often, he’d been keeping tabs on the sheriff. She was his only hope, after all…
“Nice to meet you, Jefferson.”
Henry’s eyes lit up. All his life, he had been called “the mayor’s kid”. He hated being associated with the Evil Queen, even though she was only his adopted mom. His real mom, Emma… Jefferson was one of the first to call him “the sheriff’s kid” instead of “the mayor’s kid”. “Yes, I am!” the boy happily responded, a wide grin on his face.
“Hey, um…” The fourth grader motioned to the store entrance. “Were you going in, too? We could still talk in there.”
“Nice to meet you, too, Henry.” he said with a nod.
He then noticed the grin that appeared on the kid’s face, and wondered if he had said something. Either way, he was the sheriff’s kid…maybe there was a way he could help him, too. He caught himself smiling, as he thought of how the boy’s smile faintly reminded him of Grace’s…
He snapped out of his little reverie when Henry motioned to the store’s entrance.
“Oh.” he blinked, seeming to now remember his true meaning for coming to town. “Yes, actually. I came here to get…groceries.” he paused on the word, unsure of whether ‘groceries’ or ‘supplies’ would be a more fitting word…
With that, he opened the door to the store, and held it open for Henry to enter, as well.
“Thanks.” Henry smiled as he went into the store. Thoughts of snacks and comic books were temporarily put aside for who exactly Jefferson was. He looked familiar, most likely from his book. The man apparently hadn’t been around town too much, otherwise Henry would’ve already known.
“You know, I don’t think I see you around town much, Jefferson,” the boy began, walking alongside the man. “Why’s that?”
Congratulations to Jared Gilmore for winning a Young Artist Award for leading actor in a television series! :)