A short laugh bubbled its way up his gut and out. "I'm not s-surprised," he chuckled, his grip tightening on the bar across the seat of the bus. "You hate men that much? Or just me?"
He lifted his head and looked at her profile for a brief moment then shut his eyes pressing his forehead against the seat again. "I th-thought they al-already d-did that. In vitro fertilization," he said, easing his hands from the rail and resetting them otherwise he would be writhing around the ground with all the bugs under his skin. Why was he here? He should have just left and gotten another fix then he'd be feeling right as rain. After that he could've found Hera. Maybe. He needed to do something because sobering up was painful as hell and he wanted at least another twenty or so years at the bottom of the bucket. "St-stock pile some f-f-frozen sperm and you could r-repopulate the earth. S-s-aw that on TV once."