[ Rush dialing it back, granting him attention and interest, even that suspicion and paranoia goes unacknowledged in the face of Neal's inability to comprehend this whole thing. His head shakes absently twice, three times, one hand coming up in a gesture to stop. Back up. Rewind. Hold on.
Nicholas Rush, no, that's not- that's not right. That's not even- he knows about the curse at Storybrooke, knows how it stripped the residents of their identities, replaced their memories with some ordinary counterpart, but that's not a pseudoname he'd recognize on his father. That shop in town, that was under the name Gold.
This doesn't make any sense.
This isn't possible. ]
Neal Cassidy.
[ His name comes out automatically, mechanically in turn, and is immediately squashed down behind a demand:]
no subject
Nicholas Rush, no, that's not- that's not right. That's not even- he knows about the curse at Storybrooke, knows how it stripped the residents of their identities, replaced their memories with some ordinary counterpart, but that's not a pseudoname he'd recognize on his father. That shop in town, that was under the name Gold.
This doesn't make any sense.
This isn't possible. ]
Neal Cassidy.
[ His name comes out automatically, mechanically in turn, and is immediately squashed down behind a demand:]
Why the hell do you look like my father?