[It's one of the only things she doesn't already know. And it's one he hasn't anticipated her asking after all this time. He grows still, color draining from his face. He takes a deep breath, and rubs a hand over his cheek before letting go of her hand and moving to stand up again. Does he tell her or does he beg off the question? She'll probably figure it out if he does the latter. Either way, she'll know.

And it doesn't matter. He's changing it anyway. He just hasn't yet. He's been busy.]

Okay, if I tell you, I need you to not -- freak out. Or be angry with me. I'm changing it, I just haven't gotten around to it yet.