He did not want to count through the years he had lost to Regina's control, those years too out of his control and yet ones he could not entirely absolve himself of what he had done. Eight years after Snow to the Curse, those years after the Curse lost to a haze. All moving beside people he had known and not known, and been entirely unaware of either.

What he was about to say he wasn't sure how David would react to, as without context it might have seemed entirely out of left field. He scrubbed a hand over the back of his hair and admitted, "Red, actually."