Hunter smiled, he was glad that Amelia understood his situation, he still felt like an asshole for his actions. But it was nice to know that she understood the situation. He turned over and Hugged her tight, as tight as he could with one arm, tears rolling down his face. "It's not mine, The kid isn't mine." He let go and held Amelia's shoulder with his good hand. "I called my sister after the car wreck and she was getting ready to call me! They got the results! The kid isn't mine!" He hugged her again.

He let go and grabbed a small flask. "You want me to go easy on drinking? I can do that." He tossed the flask off the roof. He barely noticed a person on the ground below get pegged with the flask. "...oops." He struggled to not laugh at the poor sucker who got hit with the flask. "Well then, quitting drinking may be a bit more entertaining then I though." The person got up an started cussing a storm. "...Ya glad I'm not down there." 

Hunter walked to the other side of Amelia so his good arm could be wrapped around her. "And ya, I am not needed as a drunk, I am needed as a hero." He took a deep breath. "I love you still, I never have loved anyone else more then you. And if you want, I would like to be your hero, I want to be there for you, I need to know that who ever you are with is the right person for you, and I am hoping that person could be me."