"I know, I just do not want you to think..." he trailed off, gave a bit of a sigh, and tried to figure out what exactly it was about it all that was actually bothering him. "I'm sorry, I am terrible at talking about this," he admitted after a moment. "You do not have to listen to it, we can change the subject," he told him. But clearly Miguel wasn't uncomfortable, he was thinking.
What Miguel started telling him next really didn't help. He even pulled a bit of a face when he suggested condoms - why the hell would he use that with his wife? It was the kind of thing you found in a whore house, wasn't it? He could only imagine that she'd either slap him or feel very, very insulted if he suggested such a thing.
"I don't know what you mean by an implant, and I cannot suggest condoms, that's... no, I cannot. I mean, I don't want to anyway, I..." he squeezed his eyes shut for a second and pinched at the bridge of his nose. "I think this is another one of those conversations where I end up completely out of my depth," he admitted after a moment's contemplation.
He blinked his eyes open again and Miguel was standing normally in front of him. "I know. It is just difficult not to worry when I know she will be upset again. My family tree has many first cousins on it. It is quite possible that I simply cannot give her what she wishes," he explained. And where did that leave them? She would have a perfectly legitimate reason for separation if he could not.