There was a momentary, very surprised pause at the gratitude. For a brief moment, he wondered if perhaps Gold had some form of mindreading ability and had "heard" those raging malicious thoughts from earlier.

Regardless, perhaps he should see about how to learn techniques to keep his thoughts under tighter control. It was Storybrooke. There could be people walking around with that power, and the least he could do was give them a brief respite.

He softly smiled. "You're welcome. There's the ham and cheese sandwich in there with some spinach, lettuce, and tomato. The other's a turkey club if you'd rather have that. The little containers have ranch and mustard since I didn't want the bread to get soggy while I walked back."

He picked up Pongo's leash, the Dalmatian obediently standing still while he put it on.

"I'll just take him for a short walk right now. Shouldn't be longer than fifteen minutes."