Redsand Canyon Girl with the bat.

The whole learn by doing thing didn't give him much comfort. He had no control in that situation, and that was not something he was comfortable with. What if in learning by doing he messed up his own kids the way he had been messed up. Of course, he didn't plan on leaving them. But no one could predict the future. What if he died and left them with the same confusion and grief he had experienced as a tiny child. Anxiety tightened his chest. He couldn't allow his mind to spiral. 

She said they would have support. I appreciate that, he offered, his face devoid of any emotion. 

He hoped he would find it rewarding because right now he only felt terror and dread. It was awful to feel those things about his own children; guilt swelled in his chest and mixed with the anxiety. 

He wanted to change the subject. Actually, he wanted to leave and go clear his head. Um, do you need anything else? he asked abruptly. His eyes were on the prafectus but they didn't actually see her.