Withdrawing his hand, Kylo stood there and gave a nod. "I know," he replied. He did know. He only wished he knew how to feel in return. A dark part wanted to tell her they could not have this child, to end it before it began. Another part told him it would be fine, the child had Heather and if he just left then they would grow up alright. No bad influences. But where would he go? Launch himself into space? Then another, teeny part of Hope told him he could do it. It would be hard, the most difficult thing in his entire life of tragedy piled with shit, but worth it. Show those horrible parents, that evil uncle, he wasn't just an angst ridden child. Show everyone.
Show himself.
"You should make an appointment with medical," Kylo murmured. "Make sure everything is alright." He looked around the room, at her hands or her stomach, at his feet. Anywhere but her face because he would crumble in any decision or resolve he might make.