"I didn't say I don't want to," Irv contradicted quietly, fully aware that that was how it sounded, and not trying to start a fight. "I just... don't know if I can. Without screwing up at some point."
It was a pathetic excuse, yes, but he really didn't want to end up hurting Sunny in some way that he didn't realize until years later. It wasn't like it was some farfetched thought, either; he could barely get along with half the people he knew, and a child would more than likely be one of those.
He looked at Darcy. "If you want her..." he trailed off, almost wanting Darcy to say yes, and just tell him to get over himself.