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[onevice]

Yes! [ Without waiting, she pushes past him and stands in the room, eyes locked on his, expression barely containing whatever is on her mind.

Snow puffs up, cheeks flushed deeply. ]

Why did that man, Mr. Gold, think you were my husband?

[sheriffwolf]

[Bigby stared at Snow feeling dumbstruck. He really didn't know how to respond. He never claimed to be anyone's husband. So why would someone tell Snow that he'd been saying such things? It was like fucking Fabletown all over again. Bigby sighed and shrugged his shoulders.]

I have no idea why he would say that. When I arrived here I was looking for you, yes, but I never said we were involved.

[onevice]

[ She deflates a little; if he had said it, for whatever unimaginable reason, he would admit to it and try to explain. She knows him well. ]

He said that he assumed we were together, and-- [ Her cheeks are bright pink against alabaster skin and she begins to pace. ] ... Even if you didn't say anything, for him to bring it up--

[ She's had a long day, you'll have to excuse her fussiness. ]

You really didn't tell anyone that?

[sheriffwolf]

No, Snow. Why would I? You've made it clear that you don't...

[Bigby trailed off, letting Snow finish his sentence for him. For months he has been told that his affection for Mary Margaret was misplaced. She wasn't his Snow, as if that really made all the difference. No version of Snow was ever really his. Having Snow from his world here in Wonderland didn't change that.]

Did you really believe I showed up here and immediately started spreading stories? What sort of person do you think I am?

[onevice]

[ The embarrassed flush turns dark with accusation and she stands planted. ]

No, Bigby-- I didn't know what to think! People claiming to know me kept calling, I'd just killed someone, I had no idea what was happening... dammit, I still don't!

[ Fretfully, she tenses up her shoulders, staring back at him with a mingled look of desperation and pleading. ]

I know what kind of person you are. After everything that's happened... sometimes I don't know who to trust. [ Her expression softens, twinges of regret peaking through. ] You aren't one of those people, but I just... I needed to make sure we both know where we stand. Even here.