"No, you're right, technical terms make all the difference here," Danny said flatly. "...What do you want, Greg? Do you want me to stop fucking John? ...You want to be my boyfriend? I mean, now that your real boyfriend's gone, is that what you want? Because I was always the backup. I'm not thick, I wasn't when we started this. I was all in, well aware I was number two. That's not the case for you, by the way, you were always my first pick, but god- The way you act now you think you might be runner up to someone... It's rich, yeah? Really rich."

He put his fork down and rubbed his face. "I'm sorry, I'm being an ass, I know I am. Look, all I was asking is that we don't rush into anything. That was it. That- That was what I was getting at."