"Is...it?" The look one his face might have been a familiar kind of confusion that many denizens of Storybrooke could have. Where their second lives had some basis for understanding something, but that didn't, for whatever reason, start the selves they still had that didn't comprehend.

Gold had some distant understanding that some cohabitating people had an expectancy of an equal share of keeping the home. Rumpelstiltskin...absolutely did not.