I don't know. (He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, having the decency to feel embarrassed by that behavior.) It was like an incessant annoyance. I felt really fucking jealous.

(Which he was clearly over now, but damn. He sighs, crossing his arms again.

He stares at Kyle, frowning in mild confusion, because what the fuck was with that question?)

Like a fucking dork. I don't know. Like you assholes live in a romcom.