"What?" He gave her a look that said he either thought she had lost her mind or was being insultingly ridiculous. "I don't care what Beowulf was! That wasn't the point. Ever." He shook his head. "Forget it." Fred was literal and he knew it. Usually he avoided sarcasm and metaphors around her, but right now he wasn't thinking entirely clearly.
He listened to her explanation and it really didn't help. What else was in her past that she wasn't telling him? Sure, she didn't owe him anything but he thought they had been building something here, and what he had hoped they were building couldn't be sustained by secrets.
"So let me get this straight." He swallowed against a throat gone tight. "You had this problem, a pretty big problem and just because you thought you had it handled you weren't going to tell me? But then Fangy Doucherson, your pusher...your dealer...comes back, offers you a little trip, just one more he promises and because you thought you were strong enough to say no you told me? Or was it because Dinah got involved and I'd find out sooner or later anyway?"