David walks her home. It’s hardly discreet, but he is a gentleman and she is the woman who saved his life. They’re friends. That’s all. Friends. The platonic type. No benefits whatsoever. Nope. None. None at all.
She reminds herself of that as she scrapes her key into the lock and lets him inside.
Source: An Apple, a Kiss, by WhiteLadyoftheRing – Once Upon a Time (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Canon-divergence. This is lovely, especially the way their memories echo.