Kevin's completely still for a moment, this drink more pensive and almost pained. He peers at Leon sidelong, then sighs.

"Yoko's been sick lately. Becky ran some medical battery to see what was shakin', and. Well, turns out she..." he gestures with his beer bottle, then shakes his head and sighs, eyes straight ahead, "...we're expectin'. I guess."

The bartender stops, and he and Kevin share a long look. A pitcher of beer is filled post haste, and set down in front of them with a mumble of "on the house".

Yeah, it was that kind of a week.