[ Game over. Blue screen error. It should have but - of course - it didn't occur to him that when she said "pregnant" and "from the past" that this some how all worked out to looking at not just his literally this young mother (as opposed to her present self inhabiting that look for her own reasons), but his own fetal self within her.
Not that he could, like...see that, but. Well, he could sort of. Like, the shape of it. Him. Of him. In her. Shit.
He put his hands up and took a step back and said it out loud: ] Shit. What? [ This would have been less of a migraine if she'd just asked him to divine what it was that she was currently up to, today, literally. ] Did see that one coming, I gotta say.
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Not that he could, like...see that, but. Well, he could sort of. Like, the shape of it. Him. Of him. In her. Shit.
He put his hands up and took a step back and said it out loud: ] Shit. What? [ This would have been less of a migraine if she'd just asked him to divine what it was that she was currently up to, today, literally. ] Did see that one coming, I gotta say.