Regina is still sitting on the curb in a drunken stupor when Emma leaves the bar for a cigarette. She is unaware of the blonde's presence until she slips down to perch beside her. Leaning over, she rests her head on the former queen's shoulder.

Silently, Emma brings her silver lighter to touch fire to the skinny white object that dangles from her mouth. Regina briefly thinks about how easily it would be for her to use magic and bring flame to the vice without bothering with the pesky third-party requirement for a lighter. Emma explained this to her once when they were at a party. Apparently lighters were less about function and more about social potential. You cannot go up and ask for someone's number and guarantee a genuine reply, but asking for a light will always be met by a simple yes and no while providing the opportunity to introduce oneself. Regina sighs at this, reminding herself that it does not matter now. Emma's stories are for Hook, not for her.

"Regina, is everything okay?" Responding the audible sigh, the blonde gently pries at Regina's closed off emotions. Her voice is irritatingly tender. It is too gentle for the drunk woman to handle. How dare Emma say yes to the pirate and then come here and interrupt her sorrow by showing concern.

"Of course." She replies shortly. "Why wouldn't it be, Swan?"

"I… I really don't know. But I want to know."

"You should be with your fiancé." The word is a strike against Regina's heart. It physically hurts to speak.

"I have the rest of my life to be with him." Emma smiles wistfully, taken aback for a second by the thought of this. "I want to be with you right now."

"No." Regina stands up quickly, whirling angrily to make eye contact with Emma. "No, you don't. Don't lie to me. I don't have your stupid power, but I sure as hell can tell that you are lying here."

"Regina-"

"No, Emma." Tears are forming at the corners of her brown eyes as she maintains eye contact with her companion. "You don't understand."

"What don't I understand."

"Everything." Regina turns away from her, trying to avoid making eye contact.

Emma drops her cigarette to the ground and uses the sole of her shoe to grind the orange glow into dying sparks that sputter into nothing. She watches this for a second before walking over the brunette woman. She reaches around in an embrace and pulls Regina in.

"You can tell me what's wrong." Emma tries gently. "I'm here for you. Is it Robin?"

"No, Emma." Regina pulls away suddenly. "You need to stop."

"Stop what?"

"This." Regina drunkenly spits this, visceral rage punctuating her words. "You can't do this. You need to stop."

"Regina, you're drunk and angry." Emma frowns. "I need you to tell me what's wrong so I can help."

"You." Regina crosses her arms. "You're what's wrong."

"That makes no sense. What did I do?"

"Everything." Regina cries again harshly.

The two women stand in silence for several seconds, letting the emotions fall down around them. Regina is not sure if it is the overwhelming feelings that Emma stirs within her or the alcohol that informs her next action. She takes a step back from the blonde and then puts her hand up to her own chest.

"Regina, what are you doing?" Emma recognizes this motion and reacts with concern.

"What needs to be done." Regina mutters darkly before reaching into her chest and pulling out her own heart. It is a lot less dark in appearance than she recalls it being, wine red turned candy apple. Either way, the organ disgusts her.

"Regina, what are you doing?" Emma repeats in a voice that pleads for her friend to put her heart back.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." The words come easier now that her heart is dislodged from her insides. "Take it, it's yours. I don't want it anymore."

"What do you mean by that?" Emma's voice is equal parts panic and concern.

"You really can't take a hint, can you?" Regina forces her heart into Emma's hands.

"Wait. Do you…?" Her eyes are wide as she tries to process what is unfolding.

"Emma, I love you."

"Regina-"

"No, let me finish. I love you and it needs to stop. You need to stop. Stop hugging me and looking at me in the way that you do. Stop caring for me. Stop giving me false hope. Don't kiss me when you've had a few too many drinks. You need to stop."

"Regina, I do care about you. You know that right?"

"Save it." She crosses her arms across her empty chest. "I don't want any consolation prize or reminder that we're friends."

"Can I give you your heart back, Regina?" Emma pleads.

"No. Just crush it. Just end this. Break my heart, again."