It's difficult to know whether he's legitimately curious or simply fucking with her, and Veronica hesitates a moment, watching him as her eyebrows pinch together.

"Because it wasn't just your secret," she says. She doesn't know if she should be sternly frowning or drawing him a helpful chart of social mores. "And you know Cougar. You know how he is. He's not exactly broadcasting his personal shit to everyone he meets. You could have at least asked him first."