Henry fidgets a bit now. The temper is gone, helped by the dagger out of sight, and he sighs sadly. Still not looking at Belle when he speaks.

"Yeah. I know all about that. And we talk. It's just not ended well. He's not my dad and I want him to be."

He sighs again, looking up. "I'm sorry I yelled. I just know that my dad wouldn't give the dagger to just anyone. He let me hold it once but Storybrooke doesn't even have magic so it couldn't control him. I guess I should have realised how much you must mean to him for him to willingly give you the dagger. But you can't blame me for assuming you took it."