*speaks in a slightly more gentle tone* Good, good, thank you. *even goes so far as to jostle you lightly, because he saw that on TV once*
*looks down at you and all at once sees everything he's ever dreaded: years of happy family life, them bonding as you grow, and then you taking over Doriath which is rightfully HIS, damn you someday* *knows he cannot, cannot let that happen*
*impulsively wraps you in a blanket, tucks you in his arms, and runs out of the hospital as quickly as possible* *can already see himself bonding with Lúthien as he comforts her*