Reed might have turned a little red when he realized that T'Challa had witnessed his recitation, and he looked away sheepishly before remembering that he should probably thank him for the compliment.
"Thank you. Though, it needs serious tweaking to truly fit what we'll do here, it was the closet approximation I could think of." He said by way of apology. He hadn't meant for anyone else to hear him.
Though the conversation turned to Sue and, as always, that topic brought a smile to his face. "'Glowing' I think is the polite way of saying uncomfortable, irritable and constantly coping with having another human being smashing her internal organs into strange positions, then using them as punching bags. 'Glowing' certainly sounds better." Reed supplied, though he couldn't help the grin that settled on his face. "Other than all of that and a few other minor symptoms, she is well... as is our son." He still hadn't quite gotten used to saying that word... 'son'. it still felt a little awkward and surreal.
"We're just waiting on the others." Reed said to take his mind off of the thousands of things he wanted to finish and fix before the baby was born. "Please, make yourself at home."