"Ky? Dude, do you--" But Kyan was already making the stumbling dash for the bathroom across the hall. Trey scrunched his face up with very empathetic sympathy like only and identical twin could have. Kyan was gone for a good few minutes and when he came back, he was dishevelled and sweaty, definitely looking like Trey was feeling. He scrutinised him when he came back wiping his face and mouth with one of their hand towels. "Are you sure it's me you're going out in sympathy for, bud? Sure it's not your preggers wife? I mean, you're a total simp for other people, it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if you got morning sickness too. I mean, it would be as funny as fuck but no one would be surprised. You're the most attentive husband a chick could ever ask for. She even said so in your vows. Unless you're just in delayed freak-out mode getting the news that you suck a pulling out," he teased now he was feeling a bit better, smirking at his twin and offering him his half-eaten electrolyte freezer pop.