This girl... Grasp sighed and shook his head that nothing was the matter. He then shot a look at Barkley. Bartley? The dog. "If he needsta go out, by all means..." the telepath said with a small smirk. He'd rather put off the conversations for five minutes than have a mess to clean.
When Rhia doubled down on her attention to Kiernan, he took that as a sign that the dog could wait, so, he started what he intended to finish.
"I just wanted ta ask if ye'd thought about what we're doin', not just the pregnancy stuff, but us. I guess I wanna know how ye feel about me. Are we..." dating? No. Not really. That would involve dates. He sighed. "I don't wanna back out on what we're trying ta accomplish, but I do need ta know if we're goin' t' be a couple. Because as of right now, I'm in the weeds." His expression was open, and a bit perplexed. "I'm here. Ye're here. If we're not datin', then are we ta see other people? If ya get a boyfriend, am I not needed anymore?" He chuckled a little, but the questions were honest; serious. For some reason, this lightening-of-his-chest was making things feel much heavier. It was probably the look in Fable's eyes. Yeah.
"Are ye comfortable with our arrangement? I don't want to push things on you... I mean, I can do the cup thing." Fuck. He sighed. "Sorry, I'm... this is such a weird fuckin' thing we're doin'." And finally, Kiernan laughed fully and shook his head. His hands had gone up and fallen into his lap as he leaned back in his chair. "Right?"