The confused look on Greg’s face and the evil stare of James was nerve-racking to poor Robert, and he started to shake. He told himself it wasn’t worth it to cry, but his eyes welled up anyway. “Come on,” urged James “it’s better he knows.” “Shut up and let him fucking tell him when he wants to, dumbass.” Robert hated hearing the fighting, so he blurted out “A long time ago I slept with my best friend because she wanted to get pregnant and I was willing to help her out so we did it and James found our letters to each other and he wanted me to fuck him to get them back but I was scared to tell you and now this happened!!!” Robert was so out of breath he was shaking. James smirked and folded his arms. Greg hadn’t moved, and it scared Robert out of his mind. He nodded his head in some sort of knowledge that Greg was, at some point, going to kill him. He turned to leave but Greg replied “I know about her already.”