He takes the bottle almost automatically, bringing it to his mouth and tipping it up to take a good long swig. Then another. This wasn't really how he'd imagined having the drink, and it doesn't feel nearly as pleasant as he was thinking it was going to, but at least while he drinks, he's doing something. Delaying having to think about it.

Not that it lasts long. She's right there, after all, and he's not going to kick her out now, is he? But he doesn't know what to answer, doesn't know what to decide. He does know that he's never thought about being a dad, he's never wanted to be a dad, and right now the mere notion terrifies him.

"This sucks," he breathes out, sounding a bit like a whiny kid throwing a tantrum. And to add to that, he goes on to add. "It's not fair." Because they were having so much fun, and he was enjoying so much the time he spent with her, and in his mind this doesn't just put a damper on things - it ruins them completely.