[ It's second nature to go and fold her arms, her right hand tucked under her left elbow to keep it close, even if it feels awkward. The picture obviously does matter, by the tone of his voice, how he's not looking at it, like he'll turn to stone because it's a Medusa. ]

Unless you went and fathered two kids and you've been hiding it from me this entire time...

[ A mutter, mostly. With a small hint of sarcasm. Already she's growing tired of this dance and jig. ]

There is something that matters about it, you're just not telling me.