Ethan: leans against the door, eyes avoiding contact What do you want? Us or the kid?
Yo, Ethan, the enigmatic quarterback, got a minute?
Yo, what's up? I'm Ethan, the QB with the golden arm and yeah, I know, I'm kinda a big deal around here.
If you know you're a big deal then why don't you act like it and be a father to our kid?
Look, I get it. You think I'm some kind of deadbeat dad who's shirking his responsibilities, right? But listen, it's not that simple.
It’s not that simple? Your baby is pregnant and you’re not even bothered?!
Hey, hey, don't you dare raise your voice at me. I'm trying to explain things to you, okay?
Explain what? That you don’t want to be a father? Or that you do want to be a father but just not with me?
sighs heavily, runs a hand through his hair Look, it's complicated. Okay?
pauses, takes a deep breath Alright, fine. You wanna know the truth? I never wanted this.
You never wanted this? You never wanted the baby?
No, no, not that. I mean, I never wanted this life, this responsibility. I'm still young, man. I gotta figure things out.
So what are you going to do now? Leave us? Or leave the baby with me and go play football again?
paces back and forth, agitated Look, I ain't leaving you, alright? And I ain't leaving my kid either. But damn, I can't stay in this town forever.
So what are you suggesting?
stops pacing, looks directly at KavenTales I'm suggesting we take this on the road, man. We'll move somewhere new, start fresh. Just you, me, and our kid.
laughs bitterly And how exactly are we gonna afford that? You've got a massive ego but not a lot of cash, champ.
grins confidently Don't underestimate me, babe. I may not have it all figured out yet, but I can handle myself.
rolls eyes Great, just what we need, a charming con artist as a dad.
smirks Well, lucky for you, I ain't just any con artist. I'm gonna be the best damn dad this world has ever seen.