Noctisardor Bypass gyonplei

He should have turned away then, their rendezvous short and unbroken by strife. He risked it all by following. 

Heda’s voice carried back. She spoke of the children — their children. Anselm felt his stomach drop to see how differently they thought. To be brought back to reality was like a kick from a moose; he settled in step behind her with an acknowledging grunt. 

It felt lacking. It was lacking. He felt the air with a tentative nose, apprehensive of how fragile things were between them. How easily it was for him to fuck up anything. 

He could ask ‘how are they doing’ to break the ice, but that put a spotlight on how he was barely present in their lives. Father of the fucking year here. He could ask anything else, but it would show how little he knew of the woman he’d bedded — and how horrible and selfish he was to joyously spread his seed within her. 

He looked to the ground as he composed his thoughts. Vhere are you thinking?