[It would help if she looked like one, but Hook's not stupid enough to say that to Emma.
But her words make a lot of sense. He hadn't thought much about Faye past her attractiveness and her being a lovely, willing distraction. He hadn't thought about why she'd want to have sex with him. Why wouldn't she? Plenty of other lasses did. But she was young. Younger than Hook had realized at the time, but still.
Emma isn't the only one that can relate to Faye. Hook can remember the love of his brother and the loyalty and respect of his crew, but all that was centuries ago. Before he lost his hand. Before Neverland. Faye wasn't the first woman he distracted himself with and even when it didn't go that far, he'd often found flirting a far too easy way to get what he wanted. It wasn't love, but it was something. Love was terrifying and far too rare. At least lust and sex were understandable and useful. A game, but one he could win.
But lost or not, he was a grown man. He didn't always have much wisdom, but he'd lived long enough to have his naivety and innocence stamped out. At Faye's age, he'd still had his brother, and hadn't even figured out just how seductive he could be. She shouldn't have had to find out so young.
He knew he could hardly be the cause of Faye's troubled life. As angry as Emma was at him, Faye probably had been going after reactions like his for far too long for the individual encounters to matter much. But that didn't mean it had been right to sleep with her when another woman was so thoroughly on his mind. He should have known better. They both should have, but well, he was the adult.
He pulls his flask out from his pocket and takes a swig.]
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But her words make a lot of sense. He hadn't thought much about Faye past her attractiveness and her being a lovely, willing distraction. He hadn't thought about why she'd want to have sex with him. Why wouldn't she? Plenty of other lasses did. But she was young. Younger than Hook had realized at the time, but still.
Emma isn't the only one that can relate to Faye. Hook can remember the love of his brother and the loyalty and respect of his crew, but all that was centuries ago. Before he lost his hand. Before Neverland. Faye wasn't the first woman he distracted himself with and even when it didn't go that far, he'd often found flirting a far too easy way to get what he wanted. It wasn't love, but it was something. Love was terrifying and far too rare. At least lust and sex were understandable and useful. A game, but one he could win.
But lost or not, he was a grown man. He didn't always have much wisdom, but he'd lived long enough to have his naivety and innocence stamped out. At Faye's age, he'd still had his brother, and hadn't even figured out just how seductive he could be. She shouldn't have had to find out so young.
He knew he could hardly be the cause of Faye's troubled life. As angry as Emma was at him, Faye probably had been going after reactions like his for far too long for the individual encounters to matter much. But that didn't mean it had been right to sleep with her when another woman was so thoroughly on his mind. He should have known better. They both should have, but well, he was the adult.
He pulls his flask out from his pocket and takes a swig.]
It's finally sinking in.