While Marcie was in the bathroom, Cathal stared out the kitchen window into Mrs Hasanovic's yard and considered the idea that he could have kids out there. Marcie was not the first woman he'd slept with, after all.
Cathal loved kids and he was usually lucky enough that kids seemed to like him as well, and there were few things better than making a little kid laugh. But kids of his own would be grandchildren of his parents and- well, what would that even mean? He'd not inherited anything from his parents in any metaphysical sense, just some decent archery skills and a fear of fire. Not... eye lasers or turning into animals or anything like that (cool as it would be). Chances were, any kids of Cathal's would be utterly and completely normal, but would Cathal be a good enough parent without a guide for it? He could stand the idea of his own children one day leaving because they felt unsafe and unheard.
He heard Marcie behind him and turned to smile at her, coming back over to the table as she did. "As I said, no need for apologies here."