Whitebark Stream There are names across the sea, only now I do believe.

the invitation is given and for a moment the blackbird almost chickens out; almost decides that he'll work thru whatever crisis he was having — especially because there wasn't any proof yet — on his own. or maybe by speaking with kaori. no. no, when he speaks to her again he wants to have his shit together. if she was pregnant they'd have to work out what would happen from there because he wasn't just going to leave her high and dry; vanish without a trace or act like he didn't know it was his kid(s). he might have no idea how to be a ( good ) father but stitch has ingrained a sense of morality in him ( odd though some of them may be ).

❝so theoretically...say you met this girl, right? real pretty. you know her on a basic, probably acquaintance level —❞ because salvatore highly doubted one conversation made them friends. ❝and uh, its during her season and you guys enjoy yourselves.❞ emberglow eye roves to the frozen stream and then back to the pale colored man. ❝you don't know if she's pregnant yet because it's too early to tell but what do you do? do you try to get to know her better? but what if she doesn't want that?❞

a breath is taken. ❝do you have a hand in rasin' the kid or take a step back?❞ killgrave had adopted a take a large step back method of child rearing with few, rare exceptions ...and stitch, while she tried her very best for him and frankie had been a protective but most of the time sometimes a 'deer caught in headlights' kind of mother.

so much for not unpacking his shit.