She's pregnant. Somehow, it's impossible to begin to properly process. It's got his mind reeling and entire being operating solely on instinct.
Instinct to look after her. Instinct to love her. Instinct to make the world spinning around her spin slower. Instinct to try to be safe.
"Rach." He still can't keep the nerves from straining his voice, but he's speaking slowly--with the obvious intention of calm, if not the intonation. "Don't... don't apologize, okay? Just... let's just sit down."
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Date: 2014-04-21 02:34 pm (UTC)Instinct to look after her. Instinct to love her. Instinct to make the world spinning around her spin slower. Instinct to try to be safe.
"Rach." He still can't keep the nerves from straining his voice, but he's speaking slowly--with the obvious intention of calm, if not the intonation. "Don't... don't apologize, okay? Just... let's just sit down."