Great. She’s not even going to say the words. He’s going to get some ridiculous letter explaining that Carver is a better fit and she doesn’t wanna date a faggot and that her mum was right about him and he’s going to be all alone again in his stupid little apartment bought with money she thinks he got as compensation for a fire that never happened and…

“Wait what?” Pregnant? They’d been careful! They’d used protection and they’d literally only slept together once! How was this even possible?!

But the test airs there in front of him, a seemingly harmless piece of plastic that confirms their whole life has just been flipped. “Pregnant?” He lets out a relieved laugh that sounds painful. “You didn’t bring me out here to dump me for Carver or some other good little bible thumper?”