[ Huh?

Gorgug knows there's something more here going on. Rather--what Fabian is saying doesn't match with events, or it's taking responsibility for what happened on a more personal level than is actually fair on the other guy. They both freaked, and Gorgug certainly broke an arm off there. So Fabian's response to his apologies silences him, confuses him, as he tries to wrap his head around what Fabian exactly means.

He could understand anger towards himself, but this blame--it's another thing, and Gorgug is staring at him, puzzled, but also with concern; like he's once again being confronted with something foreign, but this time, it's not a screaming baby. ]

You could do it, [ he's sure to start off with--perhaps not immediately, but almost jumping to reassure once Gorgug finds his voice. ] You just, we weren't ready for a baby, and that kind of responsibility is a lot-- we can try again. Do you wanna try again?

[ There's a we that's been placed here, and it makes sense for Gorgug, who doesn't decide to explain the obvious point that he's responsible here, and is willing to carry on with that responsibility. A half-orc can't break his bro's baby's arm off and then not help out, right?

They just need another chance, and the question is posed soothingly, gently. Reassuring: It's okay, Fabian. ]