Ben let out a long breath as he looked at the vial in her hands. He didn't want to talk about it, or even think about it, but — that was him giving up again, he knew. Pushing this off onto her to deal with on her own wasn't an option if she was willing to include him in the conversation. It wasn't as though she had the option to not deal with it, after all; it wasn't going anywhere for her.

"I don't know if I have anything else to say," he admitted honestly. "Obviously neither of us is ready for this." Ben hadn't ever given any serious thought to whether he even wanted children, because he had never expected to find himself married, so he didn't even know if he wanted them in the abstract — but he certainly didn't want one in seven months and some change. He couldn't even imagine feeling truly settled into married life at that point, much less ready to take on an additional challenge.

The one big unknown, though, was what this potion would actually do to her. Ben hadn't done any research on this, but he couldn't imagine these sorts of tactics were safe, or else why wouldn't anyone use them? Unplanned pregnancies happened both in and out of marriage, and if the alternative was readily available and free of consequences, they wouldn't. So there had to be a catch, and he imagined it had something to do with her health.

"Is it... safe? For you to take it?" he asked hesitantly, glancing from her to the vial in her hand.