Marcus shrugged. "Well, I wasn't going to set myself up for that, was I?" he asked, rolling his eyes. It had seemed more likely at the time that Clint would knock a bird up before Adrian. Clearly, he should have bet against it. He'd have made a fucking killing. "And second, you're on this whole love kick and I'm not entirely convinced that you haven't knocked up Lexi." He still was a little weirded out by this wedding thing. It was that weird stage where things were starting to get serious and they were all settling down, he supposed. It was weird as fucking hell.
Adrian nodded. Shocked wasn't even enough to cut what he was feeling right then. Shocked. Disappointed. Concerned. A little panicked. It was all just one big mix of emotion. There was a part of him that was a little excited about the idea, but in order for that to be a positive thing, he needed to work on all the rest. The question of what he was going to do wasn't any easier to answer.
"I think Emma wants me to ask her to marry me," he responded, taking another drink from his glass, "but I'm not naive enough to think she won't assume it's because she's pregnant, which doesn't really make me want to ask." Clint had the right idea. There wasn't a clean cut way to protect either of them. "This is going to blow up whichever way we take it. Getting married immediately is what we're suppose to do, but what's the point if she doesn't think it means anything and we're taking backlash for our actions anyway?"
"So don't marry her," Marcus shrugged, earning a roll of Adrian's eyes for his comment. No one had ever accused Marcus of being lost in shades of grey. He was pretty black and white.