I still remember everything... I relive our last years together almost every night;
"Max!!!" The tall hybrid came running into the room, eyes as big as saucers.
"What!? What!? What is it!?"
"I've... got something to tell you..." Suddenly, his face fell back to its passive norm.
"Yeah? What's that?" He raised an eyebrow as she came over and rubbed his shoulder softly.
"I-I... I'm... I'm pregnant..." As the Interceptor slowly panned up to see his expression, she saw the dumbfounded look plastered on his face.
"Max?" She timidly moved a hand up to touch his cheek. He suddenly shouted as he pushed away from her violently.
"H-how... how can you b-be preg... preg-pregnant!?"
"I-I don't know... I mean, you must have-"
"I'm sterile, Starling! You know that!"
"Max..."
"I'm still going downhill... I mean, it's been 22 years since that happened to me..."
"Max..."
"We've been having sex for over a decade, and nothing's-"
"MAX!" He looked up at her. "I don't know... the doctors did say that certain things may regenerate as you neared the end... maybe this is one of them..." An awkward pause.
"... But I-I..."
"Max, it's okay... we'll get through this... together..."
"Maybe... but it might be the last thing I ever do..."