Evan, who had been bent over with his elbows on his knees, stopped swirling around the last dregs of his drink around the bottom of his cup, where it was no doubt mixing with melted ice water and creating a diluted concoction that was, most likely, positively disgusting. He looked up, blinking with a mild expression on his face, and considered that reaction, the conversation prior, and all the things that apparently implied.

"...She didn't tell you," he hazarded.