Sam accepted the drink, knocking only half of it back this time, before turning the glass round in his hands, the second half of the drink swirling around the bottom.
"There's got to be doctors who understand this sort of thing," he said, almost distractedly. "I guess maybe ask someone like Claire?"
He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. For a machine he felt very lifelike, frak often he could forget it here, push his true nature to the back of his mind and not ever think about it. Until now.
"I don't know," he answered honestly. "I think so, I mean Hera was healthy enough, even being born premature. But..." he trailed off before downing the second half of the whiskey. "It means if anyone, and I mean anyone from my universe came here, the baby would be in danger. Wouldn't matter which side they were, human or Cylon, they would burn this city to the ground to get their hands on a Hybrid."
The only people who would be on their side would be Sharon and Helo themselves. Sam knew well of the heartbreak the pair of them had been through with Hera and he wouldn't wish that on anyone. Let alone the woman he loved.