"Are you fucking serious?" he breathes, still staring at Cougar with a slack expression on his face, clutching the paper between both hands.

After a few more seconds, he launches himself to his feet and starts to pace, rubbing a hand over his hair, the other still clutching A's — no, Cougar's — letter. "Are you fucking serious??" He brandishes the letter at him, thrusting it in his face. "How long have you known? That it was me?"

He starts pacing again, feeling a buzzing under his skin, needing to move. "How long have you—" he breaks off, slapping a hand to his face and rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses, his grip crumpling the letter in his free hand.

"And you didn't say anything?"