...and after that baring of my god damned soul to you, that outpouring of honesty and vulnerability... [Wow Jack, way to be dramatic.] You think I'm pissed off. You think... ya'know, I really don't know how your brain works sometimes, Rhys. Does it work, or are you running on electric impulses and some sluglike survival instinct? Because most people would think 'oh, hey, I have clearly hurt my friend's feelings'.

[Jack throws his hands up. Seriously. What goes on behind those mismatched and unfairly pretty eyes of Rhys'? Does he understand how to friend? Does he know how friendships work?]

[Considering the last people he was calling his friends, maybe not. Maybe Rhys is just Friend Stupid.]

Because that's...you've hurt me, cupcake. My heart, you've stabbed at it, and other poetic expressions of dismay and....soul woundery....

You get what I mean.

[Most of that sounded awesome.]