His eyes widened - now there was a version of the future that he'd never thought about - but he didn't look away. Didn't want to be accused of making everything about him again. He couldn't visualise the pair of them making a family together, but he couldn't visualise a future without her either.
But then, it was hard to imagine either of the paths they'd walked that had led them together. Unreal, intense, fucked up paths, that they'd nevertheless made it through and found their way together. Tragos stepped forward and kissed her again, matching the ferocity in her look.