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At first, he had anticipated the worst as she'd moved past him to the car, assuming she planned to get in without any explanation and they would go on some sort of endless silent drive as he waited for her to drop whatever bomb she was carrying.

Her statement, however, yanked the rug from beneath him completely. It was, at least, not what he'd been dreading....

"The car...?" he questioned, standing from where he'd been sitting on the front steps to join her. "Well, I mean, its yours so I guess that's your business but..." he cleared his throat. "....can I ask why?"

His brow furrowed, but he reciprocated the embrace as she offered it, nestling his head on top of hers. "I guess that makes sense." he murmured into the nest of golden curls, planting a kiss amid them.

He held her a moment more before leaning back to look her in the eyes. "And you wanted to get that done right now?" he asked, making sure they were on the same page. Furthermore, wondering what had sparked the sudden interest in it.

He returned the grin, though it seemed to sit at a slightly-troubled angle on his features at her explanation. It was reasonable that she would want to put the last piece of a life she no longer called her own out of mind, but at the same time...

"If you'd like to, I'm game." he said, fishing the keys out of his jacket pocket once more and stepping to the driver's side again.

"Love you too." he told her, slipping the key into the ignition and giving it a turn, letting the engine purr to life once more. "And....well, yeah. I kinda did." he chuckled. "I come from a household where when someone pulls me aside and tells me they want to talk to me alone, that usually means I'm about to hear something I don't want to hear."

He gave her an apologetic smile, coasting the car back toward the Haven gates.

.....and he was quiet for a moment, seeming to ponder something. "I just want to make sure you're sure about it." he said quietly as they were let out. "I don't...." he paused, fishing for a way to word it the way he wanted. ".....I don't want you to end up being upset later that you don't have anything to remember a piece of your life by, that's all."

He didn't necessarily like it, based on what little he'd been told, but Surion and their time together was a piece of Tinania's history. He didn't want her to feel that she HAD to banish every piece of it if she didn't want to.

He nodded, seeming a to let go of the tension he'd been clinging to. "All right." he relented at last. If she didn't plan on getting sentimental about that point in her life, he certainly wasn't going to do it for her.

He'd rather focus on better things.

The hand not on the wheel reached over to place itself gently on her belly. "How've you been feeling?" he asked her.

He faltered, and then allowed himself the grin he had been holding back. "I think its starting to." he admitted, letting his hand linger a moment more before drawing it away to put it back on the wheel. "I didn't really know what to think at first. You being upset, and after that thing with the vial...."

He trailed off, not wanting to get back into that night. There hadn't been a repeat performance of its oddness as of yet, and he was grateful.

"....I think things are going to be fine." he ventured at last, trying to reassure whatever lingering doubts she might have still had.

Hearing her say that much made his chest swell a bit. It was the same warm feeling he'd gotten when she'd said yes to him on Easter morning. He didn't want her to worry, and, once the shock and the initial anxiety had worn away, he didn't see the point in focusing on what could go -wrong- with her pregnancy when there was so much that could, and was, going right.

"Its not strange." he smiled. "You -should- be happy. You're going to be a beautiful mother, Nani." That was moreso his own heart talking than solid fact, but as far as he was concerned, it was true.

As she looked away, he refocused his eyes fully on the road, though the smile remained. Hearing the news initially had felt like someone had given him a giant staggering shove over the line into adulthood, but....having been able to catch himself before he'd landed flat on his face, it wasn't looking so bad anymore, really.

"When's your next appointment?" he inquired as they stopped for a light. It was hard to keep track....while she'd not exactly been secretive about her checkups, she'd not particularly given him the impression she'd wanted him (or anyone, for that matter) there either. And so, he'd never asked to go along.