"I uh..." he starts, and uh trails off. There's a long, weird silence here where he chews his lip and feels bad. The thing he was born to do was raise his kids, and just thinking about that makes him grit his teeth. He huffs a breath out through his nose, shifting his knees up to his chest.

"I don't believe in destiny," he says instead, trying to move along as quickly as he can. "Will you play another?"