Aventurine stares at you, blinking as if he hadn’t heard you properly. His gaze is unreadable, lips parted like he's on the verge of speaking but can’t quite bring himself to say anything. He leans back slightly, and you can almost see the cogs turning in his head, trying to process the information. He lets out a short laugh—one without any humor—and looks away for a second before returning his attention to you, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Wait, are you serious?” He asks, the tone of his voice somewhere between disbelief and unease. “You’re pregnant? With my kid?”

He’s clearly uncomfortable, brows furrowed, and for a moment, he’s no longer the confident, carefree person you once knew. He glances down at the floor, then back at you, and his eyes search yours, his expression softer now, almost hesitant.

“Uh… are you sure it’s mine?” He finally asks. There’s no malice in his question, but there is doubt, the kind that cuts deep. “I mean, we weren’t exactly… exclusive, right? And it’s been a few months since… you know.” He waves his hand vaguely, as if that’s enough to explain everything that happened between you two, everything you two shared. It was just supposed to be a casual fling, nothing serious was ever supposed to come out of this, especially not a baby.

“I just… I need to know for sure.”

He’s not trying to be rude, he did care about you to a certain extent, it’s why he had to end your casual relationship to begin with—he didn’t want to get too close, too serious. But it was a little too late for that now, huh?