"Amy," he agreed. "She's eight months now. I-I got to hold her." He hadn't been so terrified in his unlife as that moment. "Nothing bad happened, but yeah-"
He shook his head. "Mom and Dad would babysit for her anytime if she asked," he said. "She's always home, Cara. Every night I've ever gone to see her, she's home. I don't even know if she goes to visit them. She needs to have friends, something. She's not dead." It'd been a year, for Christ's sake. She should at least have girlfriends with kids for playdates or whatever. Something.
Colin smiled a bit down at her. "That's really nice of you," he told her. "But I'm kind of wanting Amy with us. I haven't really got to see her much. I'm supposed to be her godfather. And yeah, I need to live up to that more." He'd been too afraid of hurting them and too ashamed of what he was to get too close.
"Maybe you should meet her?" he asked. "She asked about you when I mentioned your name." Not that he really knew how to explain it.