"And what is it to him?" he asked, genuinely curious, although perhaps there was a tinge of cynicism. "If he is me, I can't imagine doing a total turnaround on it. I would probably just think you didn't really love me," he told her, not intending it to be hurtful. He didn't really believe any of this. It had to be some kind of crazy morphine dream while awake. But if it was morphine, why did it hurt so badly?
A smile played on his lips, and he tilted his head curiously at her. "So, I've met you, and your son who is now also kind of my son, and we're not married but it doesn't matter really, and you have my name permanently tattooed on your ribs... I think you've shown me plenty, what's one more story?"