When Cal first started talking, Louis thought, oh, he wants to explain that. That made sense. It was kind of a relief, really, knowing that he hadn't purposely lied to him. And knowing that things were okay with him and Charlie.
Except then he threw in that last bit. Louis felt the heat grow on his face until he was sure he must have been beet red. It was bad enough that he knew, but he was talking to Louis in this kind of fatherly way, not like someone who less than two weeks ago had had his hand on his crotch and his tongue down his throat.
"I at least hope that Charlie told you and you didn't just figure it out," he mumbled, even though he made a note never to tell Charlie anything. Ever. Again.