"Because we're friends. Or were friends. Might be friends again, some day. I'm pissed as fuck about... well everything, but you were right when you said it wasn't any of my business, what you two got up to in Italy. And I suppose it wasn't because, again, you were right. She left me. I wanted it to be my business, but that doesn't make it mine." He stopped, rolling his neck on his shoulders as if to dispel lingering tension. "If she wants you, I won't... wreck that. Won't get in the way. Fuck, it's not like she's even... expressed interest in me in that way anymore so it might be a pointless topic."