[minsu sits quietly across from him, eyes downcast again. he knows what this must be doing to neve, and he doesn't like thinking about dash being unhappy either. it's like a weight on his shoulders that pushes them down. minsu's stomach is in knots, but he can't stop thinking about toast, about mashed potatoes, about a dozen other comfort foods.]

It's a terrible situation. [one that minsu had never thought about. he wants to wring his hands at it, blinking against his tears.] Most of the time couples can compromise, find a solution where you're both at least a little bit happy. But you can't make half a baby.