Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

He didn't fault her, hell, he could never hate for being who she was. He had fallen for her after all, for who she was, is and will be. Maybe it was a tragedy to have fallen so hard, so fast for Ira - but he didn't regret it. It was simply a new chapter in his life. It was painful, unlike physical, that he could feel that burrowed into his heart - but he'd accept it none the less. As hard as it may be, it was how things played out in the end. 

I'd like that. A gentle smile curved his lips finally, though his eyes remained steady, busy with thoughts as he tried not to get burdened with strange and new feelings. I apologize for overstepping those boundaries of yours. he offered no excuse, just a simple apology. The normally talk-your-ear-off man grew silent as he had nothing left to say, everything was out in the open now and he even felt awkward at it all.

That was all I had to say, I'll leave you to eat now undisturbed. Seeing as how he intruded on her meal, he would walk away and leave Ira to eat if she had nothing left to say either. She needed the energy, after all, she would be a mother sooner than they all would realize.