It looks very much like he would like to- his jaw practically drops, brows raised as he registers Speedwagon's words. With- But they'd only... He could have sworn the chances of that were...
....
Oh... "...I... ...I would have..?" His voice is uncharacteristically stuck somehow. Oh dear. Hand over his chest as if to clear something from his throat, he thinks he can feel his eyes misting. "...I'm to be a father? ...I... ...I know I cannot be there but..."
But somehow just knowing this much- that this much is able to carry on without him, is a hope. And yet the knowledge of what he's had to leave behind, what must now live without him, it's...
It is heart-breaking in the same way that it is comforting, and he isn't sure what he feels more. "...A child..."
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It looks very much like he would like to- his jaw practically drops, brows raised as he registers Speedwagon's words. With- But they'd only... He could have sworn the chances of that were...
....
Oh... "...I... ...I would have..?" His voice is uncharacteristically stuck somehow. Oh dear. Hand over his chest as if to clear something from his throat, he thinks he can feel his eyes misting. "...I'm to be a father? ...I... ...I know I cannot be there but..."
But somehow just knowing this much- that this much is able to carry on without him, is a hope. And yet the knowledge of what he's had to leave behind, what must now live without him, it's...
It is heart-breaking in the same way that it is comforting, and he isn't sure what he feels more. "...A child..."