“You prefer that it’s Ben’s?”
“No! I want you to not be pregnant. Fuck, Sissy. This is not how your life was supposed to go! You’re better than this.”
Jack snatches up the picture and peers closely. “Are you sure it’s not his? This could still turn out well.”
“Jack!” Casey smacks him on the back of the head as she passes, but he barely has a second to react before Jon’s fist slams down onto his shoulder.
“Ouch. Fuck! Don’t hit me. I was just asking.”
“No. Jim and I… we haven’t…” She shakes her head with finality. “No.”
“Oh, thank God.” Jon exhales dramatically. “He was on my hit list. Right after Ben.”