It wouldn't take a genius to make the connection there. "You know about the letters." He leans a hand against the back of one of the dining table chairs and shrugs a shoulder. "I'm good. Seriously good."

He narrows his eyes, pausing to think about how true that really is before letting out a soft sigh. "It's a little distressing," he admits, and it is. The idea of Joel or Cosette getting hurt as a result of all this makes him feel sick to his stomach. "I've been trying not to think about it."