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imma be opposite - laptop post, ooogh

He didn't argue with her, though he wasn't interested in playing the blame game anymore either.  Moving forward.  So far she'd done everything he'd needed and more, so he should want to get back to that place.  He did want to get back to that place.  He just didn't know how. 

It wasn't only that he felt like things always fell apart after.  It was also that they'd had the moment.  He'd already asked, she'd already said yes, and it had been perfect.  This time it needed to be perfect too, maybe even moreso, and so far it hadn't come.  He'd know it when he felt it, just like last time, but the chances were slim it'd come before her heat did, and fuck if he thought he could keep himself away from her then.

They aren't gone, he said, not even close.  If anything, they're better.  Which is why it has to be right.  Because apparently last time it really hadn't been.  They'd both had shit they hadn't brought to the table, yeah maybe Niamh moreso, but this time everything was out.  And I thought maybe it would be only for you.  But I really do think I want to be a dad, for myself.  A real one this time, he added silently, and his ears fell back a bit.  He did quirk up a smile at her joke, appreciating it.  Hell yeah they would be, a magnificent handful.  Only if they learn the right things.  Teach em right and they'll be two handfuls, easy.

God, this was going to be hard if she didn't change her mind.  You know what's funny?  Bet you everything Qui and Towhee wouldn't have had much to say against us a few months ago, if we'd have asked them.  Might not still, though he hadn't asked much about how things stood between her and Towhee.  Some things he figured he should keep his nose out of unless she talked about it first.  He guaged a reaction on that, wondering.