Hushed Willows Hit the ground running

How could she? She'd misunderstood - or he hadn't explained properly - it didn't matter really. "Not from you!" He grit it out, watching Octavia warily. He couldn't process things fast enough to try and keep up with the slide she was falling down, the way that she was stumbling through her thoughts and her body seemed sluggish. As she moved there was a flash of concern in him that she was coming after him. He thought back to all the time that he had spent with her, curled up next to her, talking about their plans and their hopes.

How did it get to this? 

She might have slashed his face open with the words that she leveled against him, that he was no better than Reek and Stark felt a shudder run down his spine. It was impossible to consider himself and that bastard the same. "I never would ask that of you." His voice was as even as possible against her accusation, and what he'd wanted was to be able to take the burdens from her. He wanted to make this the home that she had hoped for, and now that her son was quickly approaching three months old he was terrified that he wouldn't get to see the rest of life. 

Where was the fairness in that? How was that in the best interest of Tambourine? 

But as Octavia had so sweetly pointed out Tambourine wasn't his son and would never be his son. It didn't matter what he wanted. It never had.