Graham could not help but lift a hand to his head, pressing his fingers against his brow in an attempt to stem a threatening headache. Without a year's context to slate the information David told him, he could not seem to sort out the familiar and unfamiliar names, the strange situations and ideas into anything resembling sense to a man who had only remembered himself mere days before. He knew it was his own understanding that was lacking and it was hardly the most flattering of feelings.

The comment of Rumplestiltskin being Henry's other grandfather was more or less the final nail in the coffin.

He sucked in and then let out a breath, shaking his head as he dropped his hand again to his side. "I think we should get a drink." That he was assured that Red was safe - and what was this about Red being accused of killing, he knew her as both woman and wolf and could not imagine her turning on her friends - allowed him that much comfort in a sea of confusion. As he told the other man, "A strong one."