The look on his face gives it away before he can, that sinking feeling returning as he very carefully watches for emotion on the other man's face.

"You looked good in that uniform, by the way," he manages out, dipping his two cups in the water, focusing on holding them now they they're full in the way that the strange magic pulls at you to drop them.

"I'm not offering up any guesses of what it was, so you're gonna have to tell me." As much as he doesn't want to hear it, he still wants to know. There is a mental file in his head, noting who knew what, how much, why and how. He wants to update Sheehans as much as he doesn't want to.