Duskfire Glacier You see that guy? Super weird

She asked him a question he, at first, didn't understand. The bats and the bees was a straight forward thing, of course he was to be the cub(s) father; but surely she would know that, Rye thought. He took an extra beat to ponder, finding the answer rather quickly after. The once confused look upon his face washed away as recognition replaced it. "Oh! Yes of course!" He said excitedly, a bit surprised at how he quickly blurted it out. Rye cleared his throat and tried again, this time with more composure. "Yes, I will stick around. It wouldn't be right to leave you like that." He admitted. In truth he didn't wish to leave her side at all but Rye did not want to overcrowd the soft spoken woman either. Two sides fighting for the same goal, her comfort, yet somehow still finding ways to fight the other.
"What about you? Do you want me to stick around?" His voice faded, almost miniscule in volume. The thought of being unwanted pained him, if she wanted him gone he would go but ask he stay involved with his children's lives. Even if only slightly.