When she ran off, he cursed an ran his hands through his hair. Well that had ended up worse then he'd imagined. Apparently he was great at putting his foot in his mouth. Then again he didn't have the greatest of experiences talking to pregnant women.
"Well fuck." He sighed and got up from his seat, moving to the bathroom. He hadn't meant to cause her pain, or sadness. He set his hand on the door before he stepped back. He didn't know how to mend this one.
With a sigh he drew back and cleaned off the dishes, setting the pasta in the fridge. He glanced back, figuring it was better if he left or something. In cases like this, Himeros was lost.