Sweeney frown. Clearly, he's missed something. A big something. Given his absence, it could be just about anything, but when she covers her belly, there's a touch of relief that he doubts it's something wrong with the baby.

"No," he states plainly. It's the familiar tone of tender firmness. She's not going to change his mind, but he's not looking to spat about anything. Though apparently, she is.

"If ya don't wanna look at me, ya best close yer eyes, 'cause I ain't leavin' 'til we talk this out." It can be sooner or later; that's really up to how she wants to get do it.

During the course of her pregnancy, there have obviously been shifts that have occurred aside from her shape. Though this is his first child, he understands the basics. The basics being 'she's going to be highly emotional about random things, and have a lot of unusual cravings'. Sweeney's guessing this one's the former. If it's not, he's ready to commit some grievous violence to whomever has her in such a state.

"What's happened?"