[Cian whistles and opens the can of food for himself, not interested it force feeding a grown man.] Suit yourself then. [He says, tipping the can back and sipping at a mouthful of whatever it was. Cian nods at his friends words. Heâs not surprised Thomas hadnât said anything. Times were different now and a baby was a thing most people feared, not celebrated. He couldnât imagine if it was hime, and didnât want to. Glancing around to make sure no one else could hear he smirks and leans in.] When I found out Becks was pregnant, I got a black eye. She sat me down, told me she was havinâ a baby and I jumped up and shouted âWHOâVE YAâ BEEN WITH? WHATâS HIS NAME?â [Cian says, and a small laugh bounces his shoulders.] Didnât even occur to me I could be a father. I just assumed sheâd been whorinâ around. Yup. She sorted me out right quick though.
{Right now Thomas is having a hard deciding if he's more bothered by the fact that he's going to be a father or how he's barely talking to the future mother of his child. It's putting a serious damper on his mood, but now that he can talk about the whole thing he hopes that something Cian will say will make him feel better. His story makes him smirk, but not much else.} You're a fucking idiot. {He sigh and looks down.} Wanted to tell you before. Sorry or whatever. {Thomas isn't quite sure how the protocol for this should go. All of it feels foreign.}Â















