Somewhat relieved, he knelled and let her come over, not wishing to force, but so clearly eager, he would stroke her arm and whisper, "I know you are accepting more than you should babe, but remember we grew up differently." sighing he readied himself and knew this would be good. As for the thing about a child, he was in two minds, he wanted one, but was afraid if he could handle the responsibility, wondering if he could handle this. A father had to look out for their child, it would mean no chance of ever going back, and despite what he said, he did wonder about going home, but knew it wouldn't be possible, not now not ever. Sighing he hoped she would think it was pleasurable sigh.<br/><br/>It was just difficult to think how much his life had changed, and he couldn't quite come to grips with it and all it meant, he was dead to Scotland, to his parent's, to anyone, and then he almost died here. Maybe be just better if he ran, or fled. Not harm anyone.<br/><br/>What could he do?