His brow pinched a little further. He'd done all he could but.. Maybe if he'd let somethin' go or gone back to Glynco, taken the demotion. He could have worked jobs on the side for extra money. Money they needed now that Willa was around. Collage to think about.

A life he didn't get to have, it felt like.

"Never," he promised, features pinching in a brief sharp expression of deep sincerity. It was the one thing he tried not to do, ever. It was why he'd refused to fight Callisto - he'd shoved her away, rolled around in the dirt, but he hadn't swung. Hadn't fought her the way he knew how.

"Doesn't matter much now," he said, taking a deep breath and shifting on the wall, somehow settling their fingers together enough to interlace. He was bad at this but he appreciated how passionate Malcolm was in his defense. "I got the sense that her two sentence goodbye was a final one.."

Then a soft smile broke over his face, breaking away the storm cloud that had been brewing there. "But Tim say's she's had the baby. Named her Willa." He still had a possibility with her. For a real family like relationship that didn't leave him burnt and bruised and furious in his loneliness.