Jeremy didn't have any time to really process anything. He was far from stupid, and he caught the 'preg...' but before his mind had any chance to really jump to any terrifying conclusions, he was suddenly being puked all over and that wasn't ever something you could quite be prepared for. One moment, he had been standing there minding his own business trying to carry on an awkward conversation in the most friendly, approachable and polite way that he could so she wouldn't feel bad about mistaken him for Sebastian, and the next... this. Shock hit probably as quickly as the puke had, and he froze, the tiniest squeak of shock escaping him and he held his hands up in sort of a useless but reflexively shield. The only other people in the whole world who have thrown up on him in the past were Sebastian and Blaine. Sebastian one time when he had a serious case of food poisoning and their folks had been out of town, so Jeremy played nurse. And Blaine when he had gotten royally drunk at their parents wedding to the point he had been pretty much passed out cold for two days straight and ended up on a hydrating IV in the wake of it. It was epic times, but both times, it was just the casualty of being a brother trying to help family out because he cared about them. Never before had he been vomited on by a stranger... or right in the middle of a grocery store in public where everyone could see.

But he was still the non-evil twin, and once the initial shock hit him, he shoved it away quickly because he realised there were a couple of people staring at the end of the corridor and looking horrified at the thought of approaching now. Sheesh, it was just a bit of puke. It wasn't like it was nuclear waste. His hands dropped from where he was holding them up and he took one of her hands into his and rest his other carefully on her back. "Hey, it's okay. Are you okay? Do you need to sit down? I'll get you some water and call for the janitor here. It happens to the best of us. You're not going to pass out on me, are you?"