"We," Anteros nodded, "As in us. The royal we, is it? Yes." He stopped himself from rambling further and making things worse. "You were dead, we were drunk." He waved a hand as if she could fill in the blanks for herself. "We're having a baby." He didn't really see the point in dragging things out. If she was going to blow up or melt down, best to get it over with so hopefully they could patch the holes and move on.
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