"I know." He sighs, letting the bottle rest between his legs. Honestly, considering who this is, it is an amazing enough thing he hasn't shot through yet. The alcohol's helping a lot, because it's drowning all the feelings of worry, fear and outright panic slowly brewing inside of him. A dad. He's gonna be a dad. Well, not necessarily literally, but he will father a child that will exist somewhere out there in the world.

This world, or hers, whichever really. Fuck, that's a terrifying thought.

Biting his lower lip, he eventually glances over at her, after a few seconds of heavy and rather uncomfortable silence. "What do you want to do?"

Because well, that kind of matters here. He's going to need some time to sort this out and decide what he wants to do himself, but he does know that he likes her, he wouldn't want to not ever see her again - that will have some bearing in his decision. But he does need to know if she wouldn't want him around the kid at all. All things considered, that's entirely plausible.