What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Nairn scowled. Not drunk enough, if you're talking sense. Gimme. He'd swipe the bottle, as he put his cig out, crushing it under his boot. I'm not gonna re-evaluate and suddenly want a child. He grumbled. It didn't make a difference that, he'd technically raised this boy anyway.

I'mma... tell her. Eventually. He mumbled, closing his eyes as he drank and passed the bottle back. How the hell do I make this up to her? 'Hi, honey, wanna be a stepmother?' He snorted, shaking his head. Some small part of him, was thrilled that he knew the boy had grown up safe, cared for, and could handle his own in life... because he'd raised him. But the other part of him, that had never wanted a child attached to his name, couldn't help but hate what he knew, now. Suddenly, Haulean wasn't just one of the urchins he cared for; he was his and he wanted a better life than he had planned out for the child.

And he was shit at showing it.