Adrian stared at him blankly, all talk of 'egg donors' and 'biological child' and 'embryo' going in one ear and unfortunately not going straight out of the other. He didn't know what to think... There was no way he was ever going to be a decent father, not with all the bad blood that ran in his family. Adrian couldn't imagine ever wanting a child with his DNA.
"I- Are you seriously asking me this now? After I've had a shitty day at work and then you tell me you're going on a suicide mission to try and end this war? What am I supposed to do with a child if you get hurt or die? How-"
He cut himself off, hands shaking. "I can't deal with this now. How the hell did you deal with me going off to kill people because I don't even want to let you out of my sight, let alone to that fucking village. Where's the whiskey you bought me for Christmas?"