[ A little shrug. He’s not overly concerned about it, himself. ]

She offered to move out of it, so you could come by without it upsetting her, but I don’t want her to go. I’ve been trying to... She was always your lover first, to me, and my friend second. When she was anything to me at all. It might be easier for all of us if it is less like that, don’t you think? At least a little.

And I like her.