Olivia found him on the roof, where he always went when he was upset.
"So what's it this time John, Iraq, the Patriot Act, what?"
He turned and sighed, "Casey."
"Did you two have a fight?
"No, but– I have to figure out how to let her go."
"Why? I thought you two were happy?"
He nodded. "We are, but she could be happier."
She looked at him curiously.
"I see her looking at babies, at pregnant women. She wants a baby. I'm too old to be making babies, Liv."
"John, Casey may be dreaming about a baby, but you're her reality. Don't assume things John, talk to her."
