Hearing Maeve say that he'd be a good dad does something to him, makes him proud and happy and excited, but he deflates almost just as quickly. His lips purse and his brows furrow as he shakes his head fervently as he reaches out to put his hand on her knee.

"I don't think that's true," he tells her, and he feels confused and flushed, heart pounding because he feels like he knows where this is headed, and he doesn't want to let himself admit it.

"I think we'd be good." He squeezes her knee and tries to smile reassuringly, swallowing hard right after. "Because we know what not to do, you know? We could be better."