Jonathan’s throat tightened around any words he tried to form. “I- I, you, it’s, ah.” he stammered, unable to respond to what Alphonse had said.

For his part, Alphonse was looking between Jonathan and the check, looking aghast himself.

“Fifty thousand dollars, Jonathan? Fifty thousand five hundred and twenty dollars,” he repeated for emphasis.

Jonathan swallowed. “I-I know you’re upset, but if you want I can still-“ he started, but ...