As soon as the penny dropped for Jeremy what she really, truly was saying here, it felt a little like the ground had been ripped out from under him. A funny, prickling heat crept all over his skin and he could just stay crouched there, gaping at her as his brain rapidly absorbed the details without actually processing anything. Sure, he was a nice guy and he would do anything for anyone who needed help. He was the sort of guy who would give you his last ten dollars or the shirt of his own back if he thought someone needed it, but there was only so much nice that could filter through a blanket of absolute shock. And let's be real here, it wasn't like she was just laying on him that she stuffed her bra or had once bumped someone's car in the parking lot and didn't stop to confess to the damage. She was sitting here telling him she was probably almost certainly pregnant, and that he was absolutely definitely the father because no one else was on the potential qualified list. Some guys would probably demand certainty that it was even his, but he wasn't that rude. If she was saying there was no one else, then he was sure that was true. Even if he sort of wished she maybe had, say, two or three, or ten other options here.
"Preg... you're... y-you're... p... p..." he began to stammer out and then started to feel a little sick and dizzy himself. He could be a bit delicate sometimes. He didn't work well with his own shock. Anyone else's, he could deal with like a pro, but unexpected turns of events like this weren't good for his body chemistry, and it really was hot here, wasn't it? "Oh, I'm just going to... I need to sit... like, right now." He dropped his bum down heavily onto the patch of grass and rubbed his hand over his face to look up at her, green eyes wide. His hand ended up over his lips and the dizziness was going to stay there for the moment. "A-Are you sure you're, like... that, and not just, say... um... a bad taco? Bad tacos can be really epic, you know. O-Or what about maybe, um, a parasite? Parasite can do that! Can't they? I mean, we wouldn't have... have... I always use..." But even as he tried to defend that particular notion, it was dawning on him that he couldn't exactly be sure he had used protection because he had been really drunk. The lead up was pretty epic and intense that maybe they just fell into it without thinking. Or maybe he had been so drunk he had accidentally put a hole in it with his nail or something. He pointed to himself. "Feeling a little sick myself right now," he added with a nervous laugh that was higher than his usual pitch.
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"Preg... you're... y-you're... p... p..." he began to stammer out and then started to feel a little sick and dizzy himself. He could be a bit delicate sometimes. He didn't work well with his own shock. Anyone else's, he could deal with like a pro, but unexpected turns of events like this weren't good for his body chemistry, and it really was hot here, wasn't it? "Oh, I'm just going to... I need to sit... like, right now." He dropped his bum down heavily onto the patch of grass and rubbed his hand over his face to look up at her, green eyes wide. His hand ended up over his lips and the dizziness was going to stay there for the moment. "A-Are you sure you're, like... that, and not just, say... um... a bad taco? Bad tacos can be really epic, you know. O-Or what about maybe, um, a parasite? Parasite can do that! Can't they? I mean, we wouldn't have... have... I always use..." But even as he tried to defend that particular notion, it was dawning on him that he couldn't exactly be sure he had used protection because he had been really drunk. The lead up was pretty epic and intense that maybe they just fell into it without thinking. Or maybe he had been so drunk he had accidentally put a hole in it with his nail or something. He pointed to himself. "Feeling a little sick myself right now," he added with a nervous laugh that was higher than his usual pitch.