Reed stared up at T'Challa for a while longer, blinking and readjusting his glasses on his face though he dres a slightly exasperated face when he was tapped as punishment for not telling his friend about the baby sooner. Royalty, in Reed's experience, were rather high maintenance.
He pulled himself up off the ground, dusting off his pants and looking at the ground, "We didn't want to tell anyone until we were sure-- the statistics for miscarriage are much higher in the first trimester. We didn't even tell Johnny or Ben until we were certain." He said by way of apology, frowning at T'Challa's diagnosis.
"Six months..." In four months he would be a father. He couldn't wait six months for a cure. Reed turned his attention back to T'Challa when he held out his hands and actually smiled, reaching up to clasp his friend's shoulder.
While some may have thought T'Challa's assumption that Reed needed help to be pure arrogance-- Reed recognized it for what it really was. Friendship.