There was an embarrassed kick to his realizing that he had sunk himself into those remembered events and feelings so easily, in that surprising turn to adventure and of doing right, all without thinking too much of how it had ended. Graham lifted his glass to his mouth again to drain it in the hopes that the burn of alcohol could make it easier to speak matter of factly about it. Finally, he set the glass back to the countertop and turned his head towards the other man. "I gave it to her."

The words settled sour on his tongue and had him carefully adding, "It was the only way to allow Red time to get Snow away and still keep Regina from killing the Pack when they turned on her." As if his reasons could have made his decision any more palatable.