Brian/John
Brian did not like this new information. Not about the pregnant women or the move, shit would happen and he would behave accordingly. That wasn't something that affected him one way or another. No, the other stuff did.
Condoms were supposed to work. It was the basic principle of a happy and promiscuous life. How was he supposed to fuck if he didn't know that he was safe? That more than anything before fucked with his life.
He put his hands on John's from behind and started leading John toward one of the empty rooms. "We've got a slight problem if condoms don't work. I've fucked... a lot of fucking people," he said, "and I know I don't care about much, but I don't make fun of people who're trying to come out and I don't put people in danger by not using a condom. I can be drunk, high, but I always use rubber, except I don't know if that is any good." And now he didn't know what the fuck he was supposed to do.