I feel myself nodding along, and forcefully drag my gaze from his chest back up to meet his eyes. "Exactly..." I hear myself saying.
A furrow appears between his brow. "Unless you were just crying your heart out on my shoulder over some guy I don't know about. What happened, did someone break your heart? Need me to go rough him up for you?"
I laugh and swat his shoulder. "I cannot imagine you roughing someone up."
"What? I've been in bar brawls before."
"I just mean you're so chill all the time. When have you gotten into fights?"
"When people fuck with my friends," he answers calmly. "I don't let anybody do that. So come on, Rina, spill, why the tears? What's going on?"
I swallow hard and lean my head back on the couch, eyes on the ceiling. I can't quite make myself meet his eyes when I say this. "It's about a baby."
He's quiet for so long that I have to steal a peek at him. His eyebrows have shot up to his hairline nearly. "You're pregnant?"
"No," I say, and that nearly makes the tears start up all over again. I bite my lower lip. "But I want to be."