Alan had always thought he wanted to be alone, but sitting at the dinner table with his family. He never wanted to be away from them again. To think he met his children for the first time today and already loved them. He wished he could've been there to watch them grow. Or that you hadn't run away still pregnant when he kidnapped you. But it was okay. He'd find a way to fix this, and they'd be the family they always should've been. In the meantime, he wanted to enjoy every moment with them.