“Is… she mine?” Leon finally asks after a moment of tense silence. There’s a baby in your arms, she can’t be more than a month old. Leon had last seen you almost ten months ago.

It’s so obvious.

He sits down, trying to process the fact he’s a father. Your daughter looks nothing like him and everything like you. Leon looks back at you, speechless. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a committed relationship. You were more than friends, but less than lovers. He still cares about you.