Ron shrugged. "Pretty sure most of this is my fault," he said, flushing slightly as he recalled that he'd asked her if she wanted kids. He'd wonder what he'd been thinking except he knew the answer was that he really hadn't been thinking at all. It was a problem, and one Ginny often berated him for.
He'd also finished his drink, and he tipped his glass to the side, watching the last little bit splash against the side. "Maybe we should just call it a night," he suggested. Before it got any worse.