Is it just me or does this look like Regina finally confessing her love for one Miss Emma Swan
"No, Miss Sw… Emma… You don’t understand.”
"Understand what, Regina? What don’t I understand?!”
Regina flexes her fingers, straightens them, looks at the woman standing before her. “This has absolutely nothing to do with you bringing Marian back,” Regina says, firmly, but full of emotion. “Nothing to do with that.”
"Then tell me," Emma starts, taking a single step towards Regina. "Tell me what it has to do with, because 30 seconds ago you wanted to murder me for all of this."
"You don’t get it, do you?"
"I guess I don’t."
Regina sighs, looks at the ground, breathes and breathes, in through her nose, out through her mouth. “You… I trust you, Emma. I trust you. And I don’t trust anyone. You know this.”
"I didn’t do this to hurt you, though!"
"I know," Regina says quietly. "I just…" Her words fall short as she looks at Emma standing there, her mouth downturned, her brow furrowed, her hands now shoved into her back pockets. "I guess I’m not okay with any of this."
"I wish I could send her back now that this happened…"
"Emma," Regina breathes. "That’s not what I mean."
"Then…" Emma tilts her head. "What do you mean?" she whispers.
Regina shakes her head, moving her hair from her face. “You need to figure that out by yourself I think.” She turns, slowly, hoping that Emma gets it, that Emma finally sees it.
"You’re not okay with Hook, are you?"
Regina stops in her tracks, balls her hands into a fists, cracks a knuckle and then lets out the breath she was holding. “No,” she whispers. “I’m not okay with him… and you.”
"Regina," Emma chokes out. "What are you saying?"
After another deep breath and willing tears to stay away, Regina looks over her shoulder, licks her lips and says, “You really need to work on your detective skills, Miss Swan.”
Emma stands there and watches as Regina walks away, the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement the only noise in her mind.