He stiffened, feeling heat creep back up his neck and face at that notion of told you so. He was more than aware he should've handled things better – like everything, really. That seemed to just be his lot in life, dammit.

But what you got gives him a very unpleasant chill, causing him to dig his fingernails into the back of the chair with an increasing tightness. His stare follows Geddoe from the kitchen and back with a very concerned but reluctant look about him. It takes seconds longer to find his voice again.

"What I got," he echoed, tilting his tone to a wary question.