“Tell me you haven’t thought of it. Tell me you can’t see it, Claire. Me and you and this baby. Happy and together. If you haven’t thought of it, if you’ve never once wanted it, tell me, and I won’t bring it up again. But if you have, even just once, I’m begging you to do this with me. I’ll even be the more loving one. If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. I don’t mind. If it means I get to keep you, I don’t mind. Tell me, Claire.”
