The human heart is such a strange thing. Edgar's soars very briefly at the words on her lips, then plummets instantly at the pressing of them thin. He doesn't care that it likely plays clear as anything across his features.

He's never been able to hide from her. He isn't even going to pretend he can now.

"Thank you."

He wants to say more. His lips part to say more. His mind cuts in just quickly enough to stop himself. It's time to let go of this desperate need to cling to her; to go celebrate his son.

Their son.