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I sat across from Gray, watching him get treated by a professional doctor. He was only barely keeping his face and shoulder to be treated, but I could see the way his eyes just kept darting towards his phone. I could see the anxiety in his eyes, the way he kept biting down on his lips. He and his son were both victims in this extremely shitty situation, and while Gray was not wrong to not want anything to do with a child he was forced to have, the child was equally innocent. I felt sorry for both of them, but the last thing I would do is try to pressure Gray into accepting him, checking on him, or playing a fatherly role. Until he gave in himself, until he decides to forget about how the child was conceived, I will just wait extremely patiently. The doctor soon finished and excused hims