He probably would have suffered a mental breakdown if he'd have walked in and saw her packing her things to leave him. "No, you're not having another man's baby. I won't let you," and he chucked the cup until it rung the nearby waste bin. "Old fashioned way, you and me. That's the only way it's going to be." Then he hooked his fingers into her belt loops and pulled her closer to him, so close he could feel the warmth of her arc reactor and heard the clink of them tapping each other. "I just...I don't know what's wrong with me. This for starters," and he put his hand over her reactor and pressed his palm flat. "Somewhere down the line, I'm responsible for this. I just know it."