[Zach just. He can't take it anymore, he has to laugh and groan at the same time, hiding his face in his hands as he flushes and laughs and laughs - not in a mocking way, just as the only way he knows how to release his own awkward tension. Oh man oh god.

It takes him a while, but he sobers up, looking back at the camera with tears of laughter in his eyes.]

Okay, okay, sorry, it's just - okay. Nothing is spoiling her anything, okay, nobody's in the family way as you so delicately put it, so you don't have to worry about any of it, all right?

[Seriously, small child, stop talking about sex and marriage and pregnancies. Just. Don't. Kiddo. Come on. Don't do it.]

You just. Worry about your pass and all that, alright? I promise you, we're good, here. No spoiling of prospects.