"I know that," he countered. "But it isn't just about them being loved. It's about you as well." His want to do something about this had little to do with himself, and everything to do with her. It always had. And whether they had a boy or a girl, and whenever they did, he would love them as much as he loved Marian, maybe even more. And he wanted little more than for them both to share a family together, finally.
"I told her because I want to do something about it, I really do. But...I shouldn't have to. I shouldn't need to ask someone for help like that." It was weak. It made him feel weak. He sighed, letting himself fall back on the mattress, feet still on the floor, still watching her. But he didn't want to talk about that. "I suppose there are worse places to raise a child than in the apocalypse," he remarked somewhat flippantly.