“I have time…” his mouth was, uncharacteristically so these days, was faster than his mind. These days because upon times when he was but a prisoner among four walls of his parent’s house, he used to lash out instinctively, annoyed by the way they breathed, chewed their food, spoke…but now that he was on his own, he was forced to thread carefully, to be a spider threading its web with words, so he would survive. So he corrected himself “Not as much as I once did, but an hour should suffice for start, right? I mean, I hardly believe destiny brought us together only so we’d never see each other again. I really don’t want to lose you again.” He usually wasn’t so open about his emotions, but his usual conversations were narrowed down to strangers in a smelly cab that wasn’t even his; this was Elysa and she was…well, Elysa. “I often forget you’re the older one - it’s got to be that baby face.” And it wasn’t far from how he was looking upon her ‘situation’; to him, she was a baby about to have one but they both were, undoubtedly, survivors. She’d manage. “Sounds like you’ve surrounded yourself with caring people - if you ever need another one…” although the sentence of ambiguous ending, his role in the aid was implied; he too would help. With his eyes fixed on her belly, he followed her lead “Um, Maria - she was my nanny? I think you met her, though we were really young and I know my memories are like of that fish from Nemo…Dory, is it? You should name your child Dory.” he joked. “And talking about your child - is it a boy or a girl? What are you gonna name it? How did it even happen - and please, no sass and crash course on birds and bees.”
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