"I love you too," he says first. "Always."

A small shrug, just enough for her to feel the motion.

"I have always wanted children." This is quieter, and thoughtful. "If I could. Even without -- everything else."

Everything else is a lot.

Is his brother Mikhail. Is their species. Is the word extinction.

"Our world is not a safe one for children. For our children. Less and less every time we turn, no matter what we do. It worries me. I wonder if it's fair to them."

"But perhaps it will never be. Perhaps it is not a time to wait, either. I know what I want, but I don't know what is better."