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[vomiting] … Brynn: Is supposed to me be throwing up, not you. [Wyatt hummed, slightly flustered by his reaction; it was supposed to be the other way around] Brynn: Are you frightened? [Wyatt huffed a half-hearted scoff through his nose, frightened was an understatement-.. he was petrified] Brynn: Is normal to be scared, I think. Wyatt: Hm… Brynn: You never once think about creating a family? Wyatt: I didn’t plan on having children, no. Brynn: Why not? Wyatt: What do I know about parenthood? I had three terrible examples-.. I’m selfish, depraved, emotionally faulty… Brynn: You are not usually so unkind to yourself. Wyatt: I’m more than fine with who I am, but that doesn’t mean I think it wise to raise another me. Wyatt: I don’t feel things the way I’m meant to, Brynn-.. how the hell am I supposed to bring someone up right if I’m not right? Brynn: I not think you give yourself enough credit. You feel things for me, don’t you? Wyatt: That’s an anomaly. Brynn: I think over time it won’t be such an anon-.. amon-.. I can’t say that word, but maybe it’ll feel more normal to you in time? Is nothing more special than having a baby. Wyatt: There isn’t-.. but I don’t know the first thing about being a father. Brynn: I not know how to be a mother either, at least we are lost together! Wyatt: I prefer having a map… Brynn: Hm, life does not come with a map-.. I recently accept that I am not so great at thinking things through, and you are not so great at feelings, right? So, maybe we are perfectly mismatched for a baby. [Lost in thought, Wyatt fell silent; perhaps Brynn had a point…] Brynn: What did you want when you were tiny? [Wyatt squinted, unsure how to respond] Brynn: I never feel loved, seen or safe when I was small, is what I’ve tried-.. and mostly failed to find since. [Wyatt chewed at his lip absently; he understood what Brynn was getting at, but surely it wasn’t that simple] Brynn: Come on! What did small Wyatt wish for? Wyatt: I suppose I just wanted to be wanted. [Brynn grabbed Wyatt’s wrist and tugged him toward her, gently placing his hand against her stomach] Brynn: You tell me you not want this? [Brynn held Wyatt’s gaze unwaveringly, waiting; though she already knew the answer] [Wyatt never thought he’d have a child, but he didn’t not want one either-.. perhaps that was why it was so terrifying] Wyatt: [furtively] No-.. I do. Brynn: Then you are already better than my father, and yours…
