Rex breathes. His heart is pounding and his stomach is doing flip-flops. He feels a little sick, and this isn't something he wants to talk about now at all. Preferably, never. He'd rather forget it all happened.

But it's also the elephant in the room that's sitting on his chest and making it hard to breathe.

"You tried to collar me." Rex's eyes flash with anger, flipping over and slamming the card down with a shaking hand.