Tony accepted Echo's tolerance like it was an impassioned confession, hand to his fluttering heart, and might have kept beating his lashes at Echo if he wasn't so expertly distracted by his choice of words. Frozen in his tableau of romance but watching Echo intently, he demanded, "There's someone else?" No longer sure where the line was between Echo's love life and whatever trauma he was combating this week that neither of them really wanted to talk about directly, Tony lamented more sincerely, "And you didn't tell me?"