Somehow, Jacob has increased the intensity of his glare at Brenton. The tick in his jaw is back, showing how displeased he is with the situation. "See? This is exactly what we were trying to avoid! You said you were going to tell her. I swear, if this is the thing that ruins us…" He huffs, aggravated all over again. "So, now that we've both made her question everything, are you going to? Because the man I love wouldn't drag it out, leading her on like this. Not if he could help it."
He finishes by leaning back in the chair, arms crossed. It's the very picture of a challenge.
Brenton clears his throat, sitting forward. He glances at Annalise, but when she doesn't move to stop him, he looks back at Jacob. "Alright, listen. I don't know what happened." He holds his hands out in front of him
