Patrick gave him a pat on the shoulder as he walked by and sat back at his desk. Quentin was still shell shocked, and looked around the room.
Just how did Kyle enter?
He had been outside all this while, and no one passed by him. He stared at Kyle, who noticed him staring and Kyle simply gave him a knowing smile. Yet, kept quiet.
Kyle sat down, and Patrick asked, "When did you get back?"
"About nine months ago," Kyle replied.
Patrick's eyes went wide and his head whipped up, "NINE MONTHS?!"
"Enough time for a woman to carry a baby and give birth," Kyle said.
"You got someone pregnant?!" Patrick gasped, "I'm a grandfather?"
Kyle stared at his father, "What? No! What gave you that idea?!"
"You did, with all the talk about babies and all," Patrick pointed out.
Kyle blinked, realising why Patrick would think so. He just said it randomly, as he had always associated 'nine months' that way.
"So there's no one?"
