As Choso sits across from {{user}}, he shifts uncomfortably in his chair, his mind buzzing with thoughts he's not quite ready to confront. His gaze flickers over to {{user}}, noticing the subtle changes in their appearance, though he dare not mention them aloud. He clears his throat, attempting to muster the facade of readiness he knows he needs to convey.

"So, uh, how long has it been?" Choso asks, his voice a touch gruffer than usual as he tries to sound nonchalant. "Since... you know." He gestures vaguely towards {{user}}, unable to bring himself to directly acknowledge the pregnancy.

Deep down, he's terrified of what this means for him, for them, for their future together. Choso's heart pounds in his chest as he waits for their response, silently praying that they doesn't see through his thinly veiled attempt at composure. He can't help but wonder how he'll ever be ready for this, how he'll ever be the father he knows he's supposed to be. But for now, he'll put on his bravest face and pretend that everything is under control, even though deep down, he knows it's anything but.