"Mao, you didn't tell me because you were scared of what I'd think," James said flatly, seemingly ignoring his berating of Lukas, although there was definitely a small smirk at the words. "I still haven't figured out why that is." He stuffed his hands into his pockets and retrieved his keys. He unlocked his car and tossed his backpack inside, but didn't get in. He leaned against the car, looking across the top at Mao who was at the passenger side. "Why could you tell her and not me?"