It took a lot of will power to stay seated on the foot of their bed while she went to their bathroom to pee on the tests. He kept his attention split between the bathroom and the clock so that he could time it exactly. There wasn't anything incredibly exact about this but it would at least give him some peace of mind before she had the appropriate blood tests done to confirm with absolute certainty that she wasn't carrying Johnny freaking Storm's baby.
When she came back, he knew he couldn't say anything reassuring. He was too wound up, too freaked out, and he was aware enough about that to know it was better to just not say anything at all. Instead, he reached for her to guide her onto his lap so he could just hold her for the seven minutes it would take for the tests to start to be ready. It was a heavy silence and possibly the longest seven minutes of his life, but once it was done, he nudged her up and then went to look at the first of the tests.
Negative.
Every last one of them was negative. "Thank God," he murmured. That was way too much excitement for one day.