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[lucency]

"I —" Something stopped Belle's words as though something wascaught in her throat, and she forced a smile, busying herself with organizing the remaining fruits on the tray. Swished the dregs of her tea inside her cup. Anything to keep her busy, to focus her mind away from Rumplestiltskin. "'Upset' might not be the right word," she finally continued, but she blinked several times to blot the sting from her eyes, finally settling with, "It's complicated."

He wanted a tour. Her head canted, a small bit of confusion as his words landed, but he wanted a tour, and Belle was more than open to the distraction that came along with that.

"Of course," she said, gratefully moving the plates about again, as if the table wasn't organized. And she stood up, roughly pushing in her chair, and gestured to the library as a whole. "You've probably guessed that this is the library," she said, a grin showing itself as the distraction settled in. "Storybrooke's a small town — but I'll show you what I can before it gets too late."

[didimention]

Ben took a couple of more sips from his tea. Tea always calmed him down no matter what kind of stress he was under. He also took a few more pieces of fruit and slowly ate them.

“Complicated relationships are never fun. My last one was always complicated.” He didn’t like hearing that this form of his mother was dealing with that though. He also wasn’t going to offer his help as he didn’t want to screw anything else up.

“Yeah, I’ll have to do more exploring here at some point. Libraries are always my favorite place to go especially if I want peace and quiet.” He noticed how many books she had here and nodded a bit. “Small towns aren’t horrible. At least that I know of.”

[lucency]

"It could be worse." Belle folded her hands and offers a genuine smile. As much as Storybrooke and its inhabitants seemed to value her research, it was nice to actually receive some validation to that end. Even if he wasn't her son (not right now, and not in this reality, at least), it showed that something was consistent across the realms.

"I — um — there's a room above the library," she admitted. "I sometimes use it when time gets away from me here, but it might be easier if we can get you a room at Granny's." Regardless of how large the place looked, Belle had her doubts that he'd want to spend his first night in an unknown place on a cramped cot. Comfortable living quarters it was not. "Here. Let's figure out what you need, and we'll work from there."

Belle seemed to move in periods of rushing and stillness, and she hurried over to the counter, grabbing the library's keys and tossing them around her finger. She nodded to the door, ready to lead him down the main drag.

[didimention]

"Technically I could've been sent somewhere horrible. That's what she wanted for me at least since I wouldn't give her the life she wanted back. I just didn't love her anymore." He loved Mal and he knew not everyone agreed but it was who he wanted to be with. He was at least happy that he was here with someone familiar even if it wasn't his mother, it was still a Belle.

"If you think me staying at a place called Granny's is better then that's fine with me." He didn't want Belle to feel uncomfortable especially since they didn't really know each other. "That works for me. I only came here with these clothes so..." He was going to his best friend's birthday party but at least he looked respectable. Or tried to at least.

He walked outside of the library and waited for Belle outside. He looked around it was a quaint little town. That's what the Charming's told him at least. "So, the Evil Queen sent all of you here. Why did she send you to this place in particular?"