Except you kind of are? I mean...ya know I'm missing my wife. Ya know I'm far from home and trying to carve whatever kinda life I possibly can here. Ya know I'm dealing with a bunch of stress from people who've turned on me and want to make my life difficult....and I can't even joke around with ya, or get any kind of actual sympathy.

[Jack folds his arms, fixing Rhys with a pointed look.]

I just...I'm starting to feel like this whole thing is pretty one sided. I'm there for ya, I try and cheer ya up when I notice you're bummed out, I listen to ya and try and help with your problems...

I make a little joke about mistletoe with ya to ease my sad, hurting heart....and you're just concerned about the fact that...what? You enjoyed having a little one off fun with me? Or something?

Besides that, christ on a cracker, pumpkin, I'm married now. I'm not doing anything with any women that aren't my wife. One, she'd twist off my balls next time she sees me, two, I take marriage vows seriously. What the hell kind of dude do you think I am?