He couldn't have helped it if he tried. Hatter stopped almost immediately in his steps, and tilted his head, letting her words sink in. And then he all but yelped, "you what?"
She was living with Prince Prat? After everything? The things he'd done, the things he'd said, the way he'd used her and she was living in the next room? Which he supposed he should be grateful for, that she was in the guest room and not his room, and he knew he didn't really get a say in the matter, she wasn't his by any means, really. Much as he may have wanted it, it wasn't feasible, it didn't make sense, and all right, maybe that might have been part of his reason for going after her. But stupid Jack had decided to quite publicly declare he still had feelings for her and he was the bloody king and he was just a conman with an in with the Resistance and nothing to offer with teas coming to a halt.
Now he was just confused.
"You're rooming with Jack Heart." It wasn't a question. She hadn't stuttered, he hadn't misheard. He'd known Jack was there, and he hated it, but he was dealing. But this? This was a blow he wasn't ready for. And he couldn't hide the hurt on his face. It just wasn't possible.