"I know what you meant, cher." He gave her a small smile and brushed his hand through her hair. "And I'm sure I will. Someday." Maybe, anyway. Things weren't as easy as they used to be, but that was okay. "Some things are more important than painting and whatnot." A lot of things, really.
He chewed on his lip and nodded. "It's okay. I'm just... I'm a bit on edge, I suppose." He paused, before saying, "we all are, I guess." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly and sighed a little. "And it's not like we can easily find out what it was anymore, so we've just got to relax about it. Move past it and everything will be okay, right?" He smiled.
Putting his hands up in surrender, he blinked. He knew that some mood swings were involved with having a baby, but he didn't know what else he could say right now. "Okay then," he said simply, turning his attention off of her, because he wasn't a fan of being yelled at for trying to be helpful. "I never said you were trying to hurt our baby, Leah. No one has said that at all. I'm worried that you're hiding something from me. But never mind. Just forget I said anything." Because apparently he couldn't say anything right.
Honestly, he didn't know what more to say. Once again, he felt like nothing he was saying was helping; everything he did was making her angry, so he was just quiet again. He let her leave the room and then heaved a slow sigh.
"Where was Mari today, do you know? Brandon's or Lilah's?"