"Ah." Michael said. He could put the pieces together. "I see..." Michael stayed silent. He really didn't know what to say in this situation. So pregnancy stopped his shapeshifting abilities... Well shit. Michael pulled out a few small strands of metallic thread and began to spin them together. A nervous habit for when he didn't have anything to say. Entirely appropriate for the situation.<br/><br/>"So... how many months in are you?" The only thing that had to come into his mind was<i>that</i>? Michael began to think he was more screwed up in the head than he had thought.