[ He lifts his hand to his lips. He is impossibly, utterly awake. God. It - it is idiotic to be so unmoored; he's certainly done his part in procreating enthusiastically enough. But he'd thought she'd have the forethought to keep it from happening... ]
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That's...good. That's good.
[ He runs a hand over his face. ]
And you intend to keep it?