When almost every day was focused on making it to the next, well most folks weren't really all to concerned over what the future really held in store for em. Honestly Bear had stopped caring about a lot of things, stopped feeling a lot of things, since Vegas. Oh he was slowly sorting out how to reform bonds with others, and was loyal and protective of the townsfolks too. Yet even he hadn't ever imagined that one day he'd have a kid. Still when she said she was keeping it a hint of a smile tugged at those lips, and the man nodded slightly as well. The talk of social agreements drew his gaze, and when she spoe of good genes he laughed as well. "Yeah a kid of ours...don't rightly think there's much of anything in this world that can really pose a threat to em." Super strength, healing, health, sheer endurance, unbreakable skin...the list of possible inherited gifts was wide and all impressive. "Hell, just hope if it's a girl she looks like you and not me...can't imagine she'd be too thrilled having to constantly brush her beard."
When San sighed again his smile faltered, replaced once more with that unreadable expression. In truth he hadn't consider the possibility that she'd just pack up, take the kid, and move West after the birth. Still he had no...no real claim to what she did at all. "What do you want from me, San?" There was no trace of any concern, anger, of annoyance in his tone at all as Bear asked the question. If anything he seemed genuinely interested in just what she wanted or expected of him. "Tell me what you need and I'll do my best."