"What! Oh my fucking god, Ky!" Trey made the error of trying to reflexively shoot up into a sitting position at how over the moon he was at the news but it was a big mistake. Thankfully, he didn't throw up again but it was a close call. He ended up hanging over the trashcan hugging it through a few waves of heavy dry-heaving but he'd already succeeded in emptying himself. He was still so freaking excited, though. He reached over and grabbed his twin's knee, giving it a squeeze. "Ky, I'm so fucking over the moon for you, buddy. I get it, it wasn't in the plan and it's probably a huge deal of a surprise for you guys, but holy fucking shitballs, you're gonna be a dad! I'm gonna be an uncle. Dude, I'm gonna be the best uncle, I swear to god. Shit, if I could stop feeling so pukey, I'd hug you like nuts right now. You okay? Is Reec? This is so awesome! Mom would be--"

And that would never not be a difficult subject to stumble on, especially when navigating through life's biggest and most significant moments. He got teary and choked up, still clutching onto Kyan's knee. "She would've been the best grandma," he added in a hoarse whisper.