Although the washroom was by no means small, it was hardly big enough for the two of them to sit comfortably on the floor. However, given that he was neither capable of carrying her nor certain that she would be okay with such an action, he was left with no alternative but to sink down besides her. His iniured leg was uncomfortably bent, his other nearly touching her skirts. Dory kept his head turned towards her, his expression unmistakably sad. This wasn't how her life was meant to turn out. Maple deserved so much more than this.

"I could very easily picture you as a mother." Dory said firmly. After all, he'd only envisioned it countless times over the years. "An incredible one at that. It will happen for you and it's okay to want it. Hell, I -" he paused, swallowing the words that were about to come out. It took him quite some time to realize that he too desired to be a parent. That having a family was something that had become appealing rather than frightening. And while Dory would have had no issues discussing those desires with her, he didn't want to discuss how he'd come to those conclusions or make her feel pressured in any way to choose him as her partner.

"Everyone is afraid of how they will be as a parent. Everyone. I have watched most of my siblings go through that same fear, and they've all managed to be wonderful parents. Our upbringings aren't what's important - loving your children is what matters. Doing your best for them. You will be a wonderful mother some day because that's what you will try to do for them - your very best."

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