John went absolutely quiet as he was addressed by his daughter that he listened to with his full attention for there was nothing else than her that meant all that much to him at the moment. It was weird to have this conversation through a door but it seemed that there was not all that much to do other than to have it this way. He listened there at the door as she talked about how she had not thought of all the consequences of being pregnant or having sex with Dukey.<br/><br/>He smiled staring at her doorway as he realized that he had once been in her shoes with Madison, but for him it was the moment that he had thought of the responsibility that all of his fears washed away for one reason. He loved Madison for she was his love. John knew that it was not that Dukey and Clara had not had the time to fall in love. Though there was hope for the two. But John was not all that sure he could come to see Dukey as a son. As the man that is marrying his, John could probably accept that if Clara loved him.<br/><br/>"Clara, that was a mistake that I should not have done and I am sorry about that. I am supposed to be a role model for you and that is no way to do it. I shall be proper by her from now on." John had not meant for it to happen with Sukey like that but it had. He was going to have to correct that. And his mind was making up a way to do it. And then of course brilliance struck. "Talk to Dukey and tell him to meet me and his mother in the dining room, tomorrow."<br/><br/>During her attempts to get him to touch her or see her there would several of these very near misses since he did not want to seem as though he was shaking her off but that he felt responsible and so he did not deserve for her to touch him. He had been too...strict with her and this is what it got him. So when she had tried to take his hand she had missed and even if she tried several times each one of those would just be near misses. For John knew at times how to work his clumsiness to certain degrees.<br/><br/>After his little exchange with his daughter, he walked away headed in the direction of his bedroom. She could stop him if she wanted to say one last thing or something of the sort but otherwise he was headed off to bed.