Mora's disappearance to brush her teeth gave Don time to think about this all for a moment. Getting ill in the mornings. Sensitivity to smells. Strange cravings. ...Oh fuck. Don swallowed thickly, barely even noticing when Mora returned until she put her head on his shoulder.

"Hey, um," he started quietly, wrapping his arm around Mora's shoulders and turning his face into her hair. "Do you think... I mean, is there a possibility that you might be... you know. ...Pregnant?" he whispered, closing his eyes.