"I think you'd make a great dad," Kara counters without missing a beat. It surprises her that he wants to be Dad, but it doesn't surprise her at the same time; he's just...good with kids. Then again, he raised Sam, so it wouldn't have been shocking for him to decide he'd already done his time parenting. She wonders if she'd want children of her own if she'd gotten to Earth in time to raise Clark as planned...
She smiles though, and nods when Dean asks if that'd be okay. "Yeah," she breathes back, sounding almost as though she's surprised he even has to ask. It does make sense, but still.
"...how should we go about it? I mean, I could...I can't really go to like...a regular doctor. I mean, I could, but I can't let them take my blood, so I guess I kind of can't..." she's babbling a little, mostly to herself as she tries to work out her thoughts into something that someone other that Kara can understand. "There's medical staff at the DEO, but I can't really take you...you...are not actually supposed to know about the DEO. Please do not tell anyone I just mentioned it, it's not a thing. Pretend it isn't a thing," she says quickly, eyes widening. There are things she's sure that Dean has to hide from her and the DEO is one thing she's supposed to hide from him; from everyone, because it's especially difficult to explain and, well. It's supposed to be a secret. The president knows about it, but that's kind of..it.
And now, she's blabbed to a civilian. Her best friend, but still.
"Will it be weird if we...?" she starts and then trails off and shakes her head. "Yeah, no, it would be weird. And I could accidentally break you, which would be decidedly bad..." She's only ever actually slept with Mon-El. Lots and lots and lots of times, but Mon-El is like her. She could far too easily snap Dean like a twig if she got too rough without realizing that it's too rough, given that Mon-El is her only frame of reference. "...oh man, this is going to be complicated..." For that, she has the grace to look apologetic, but not so much grace that she fails to slip in the puppy eyes so that he won't be mad that she's making this so muddy before he's even officially said he'll help her out.
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She smiles though, and nods when Dean asks if that'd be okay. "Yeah," she breathes back, sounding almost as though she's surprised he even has to ask. It does make sense, but still.
"...how should we go about it? I mean, I could...I can't really go to like...a regular doctor. I mean, I could, but I can't let them take my blood, so I guess I kind of can't..." she's babbling a little, mostly to herself as she tries to work out her thoughts into something that someone other that Kara can understand. "There's medical staff at the DEO, but I can't really take you...you...are not actually supposed to know about the DEO. Please do not tell anyone I just mentioned it, it's not a thing. Pretend it isn't a thing," she says quickly, eyes widening. There are things she's sure that Dean has to hide from her and the DEO is one thing she's supposed to hide from him; from everyone, because it's especially difficult to explain and, well. It's supposed to be a secret. The president knows about it, but that's kind of..it.
And now, she's blabbed to a civilian. Her best friend, but still.
"Will it be weird if we...?" she starts and then trails off and shakes her head. "Yeah, no, it would be weird. And I could accidentally break you, which would be decidedly bad..." She's only ever actually slept with Mon-El. Lots and lots and lots of times, but Mon-El is like her. She could far too easily snap Dean like a twig if she got too rough without realizing that it's too rough, given that Mon-El is her only frame of reference. "...oh man, this is going to be complicated..." For that, she has the grace to look apologetic, but not so much grace that she fails to slip in the puppy eyes so that he won't be mad that she's making this so muddy before he's even officially said he'll help her out.