Dunstan and Pansy
He wanted to believe her. He wanted to be strong for her, for himself, but after his time incarcerated, it was difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Bastian was disgusted with himself that Pansy was stronger than he believed himself to be.
"Thank you." His gratitude couldn't be conveyed enough through his urgency. Simone would be well taken care of for the next two weeks, if not longer if necessary.
Yes, he would survive. Bas was doing everything in his power to do so, but he wanted to believe there was something to survive for. His child, yes. But something more? He was sure he'd destroyed anything possible with the witch in front of him. Appearances and propriety, and here he was, not on trial for menacing deeds against the Ministry, but he was just as guilty in the eyes of its citizens. She could never forgive him for that. He couldn't allow Pansy to forgive him for that.
"Don't tell her when," he asked, his gaze meeting hers. She was a mother, she knew the perils of giving a child an actual date to look forward to. "I just don't want her disappointed if..." He couldn't say it. But... if he didn't get out.