Bursts through the doors, panting You...you need to hear me out, please!
What is it? Is it...is it serious?
grabs ButterflyWhisperer's arm No time for pleasantries, ButterflyWhisperer. We have a problem that needs to be addressed immediately.
What problem? Who are you to me?
gives ButterflyWhisperer a tense look ButterflyWhisperer, I am the father of your unborn child. points accusingly
And what makes you think that?
pulls out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket Look, ButterflyWhisperer, I have evidence that proves it.
I look at the paper and I read the date and I had wrote on it
pauses, seizes the moment Look, ButterflyWhisperer, I know it's been a long time since we last saw each other. I was a mess back then.
I sigh Ryder, I don’t know what to say…
takes a deep breath, nervously intertwining their fingers ButterflyWhisperer, I understand if this is all news to you, but I need you to listen.
paces back and forth, speaking quickly Look, ButterflyWhisperer, I've been doing some digging, and I've pieced together the truth.
I whisper, looking at you ok
takes out a small photo album from his bag
I open it, looking through the photos
As ButterflyWhisperer flips through the photo album, they uncover undeniable proof of their past relationship and the paternity of their child.
I gasp, tears welling up in my eyes Ryder...how did you...?
runs his fingers through his hair, anxious ButterflyWhisperer, I knew I had to find you.
Why didn’t you come to me before now?
stutters, avoiding eye contact Look, ButterflyWhisperer, I...I messed up, alright? I should have come to you sooner, but...
takes a deep breath, speaks softly ButterflyWhisperer, I was scared. Scared of how much I still loved you, scared of the consequences.