Oh, crap. Now he'd upset Darcy as well as hurting his back. Some friend he was. Shocking bit-head, O'Hara...
"Well, no, I didn't mean an actual race, nobody's timing anything. Except for maybe Lyla but that's nothing new, she times everything anyway." He grabbed hold of his webbing with his feet as he spoke, and ran his hands through his hair as he tried to work out how to make Darcy stop being miserable.
And then Darcy gave him a timeline to work with; four months, okay. The fact that they'd only been married for two of those months didn't mean anything to Miguel, not really. Not when he was starting to have Science thoughts. They got interrupted, though, by the next thing Darcy said.
"It's okay if you don't, you know. You should talk to Ashley, and one of you could get an implant - I'm pretty certain I brought some back when the last door was open - or just use condoms for now until you decide what you want to do. And it's equally okay if you do both want kids now, but you need to stop worrying about it because stress really doesn't help with... well, anything, really. But especially conceiving." He let go of the webline after that, and landed on his hands before letting his feet down onto the ground and standing up straight once more. "Easier said than done, I know."