Her reassurance that it wasn't another bout of time spent apart did sooth him, but not completely. They still needed to talk. If it wasn't another absence then what was it. Was she sick? Did something happen? The waiting and attempting to come up with his own conclusions was worse then anything he'd ever experienced. Hell, Voldemort had been less complicated then Daphne currently was. But even with the tension and the worry, the answer he finally got was not something he had thought of or was expecting...but it certainly hit him with all the force a surprise could possibly muster.
With the realization of what she'd said, he forgot to breath. He simply stared blankly at her, blinking on occasion. He couldn't say anything. He didn't know what he was suppose to say. Even his thought process had deserted him. He didn't know the first thing about being a parent. Most people learned from their parents. Fat chance of that happening!
He was starting to go a little blue in the cheeks before he realized that the intake of breath was vital to his survival and yet he still said nothing. He'd opened his mouth to say something...but had only closed it again when he'd come up blank. "Sorry."