"Uh... would you like to take a seat?" William suggested, as if to add onto the awkwardness there was no other place to take a seat on except the bed. It gave a very odd expression, this maybe have led Panashe to continue thinking...?that's what he wanted.
"No, thank you. I'd rather you bid why I am here.." She replied softly but her voice held some boldness.
"Well, with so much going on... we never civilly discussed anything regarding our son. What we want for him? The way forward? What would be best for him? What happened in my absence—"
Panashe only sighed.
"You really honestly do not have to feel obligated to play the father role. He is fine."
"But I'd really love for that to happen, I'd be ecstatic. I can not stand being called bloody William any longer."