Lou: "Hey now, fuck off. I do just fine," he laughed along with Ed. Taking in the other's words, he tried his best to be supportive, though, he was still trying to process the information. "Well, what do /you/ want then? Forget her for a second. Would you want to be in the kid's life? Or is it something you're willing to...I dunno, brush under the rug?" He looked to his friend. Sure, being a dad was everything for Louis. But, that didn't mean everyone felt that way. And he would respect how Ed felt. "Sometimes, I guess. Sometimes there's a reason but, most of the time, people are just fucking stupid, mate."
Ed: "Fuckin' lucky then, innit. Might have me a lot more kids if I didn't suffer from Whiskey Dick." His laugh was short lived though as he inhaled sharply at his mate's question. "If it is mine, then...that's me kid, mate. That's /me/. Can't just wish her well and tell 'em to sod off, can I? Me dad was everythin' to me growin' up. Him and mum both would proper fuck me up if they ever found out I had a baby I hadn't claimed." Ed's elbows fell to his knees as his hands fell over his face and through his hair. He took a moment to collect himself. "Jesus Christ, mate, what if it /is/ actually mine? The fuck am I gonna do?" He mindlessly asked as he thought out loud. "I'd be a proper shit father. I'm not bad at bein' a Godfather 'cus I can hand 'em back when I need to, yeah? But...me own?" He sighed. "I don't know. I also feel proper bad for him 'cus, his own wife's pregnant and doesn't have a bloody clue it may not be his. And he's fuckin' excited. And she fuckin' cheated on him. And I helped her. I'm absolute shite."
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