The picture he paints is a nice one, much better than the disaster she's been mapping out in her mind. All she's been able to think about is how absent her parents were from her life. Her mother was frequently sent off on deployment during the war and the Director... well, he closed himself off once she died. Children were never something she's thought about except as some far off thing that could eventually happen if things would stop blowing up in their faces for five minutes.

Maybe he's right that things will be okay, if they're together and work together then she might not ruin them too badly.

York's words do a good job of cutting through everything else on her mind like a hot knife through butter. She pulls back enough to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Are you proposing to me right now?"