He remembered their fight, which, in hindsight, had been mostly one-sided. He'd yelled at her, threatened her, and practically forced her to admit her deepest secret - even though, in the end, it had impacted him as well. The remorse that filled him in that moment was indescribable and was only made worse when she used the promise she'd made to him - the promise he'd made her make - as a reason to divulge her most personal feelings.

"I...thought the same," he said weakly, unable to look at her in the moment. They were both nearing an age where they were expected to settle down (with him being a little past due for his position and financial situation), but at least she would have had options outside of him. Was she so ready to settle down with him? Ready to trade her dreams of travel and adventure for the routine that came with a husband and child?

"At least you can be with me on your own volition - not because a child forced you to," he said grimly, as though he was trying to come up with an excuse when he very well knew there was none. "I mean - I would have loved her. Him. Them. I will love them, one day."

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