"Maybe you being boyfriendless wouldn't be such a bad thing," he mutters under his breath, mostly to himself.

"...I know he doesn't." The bottle is back in his hand, feeling warmer with every mouthful of alcohol he intakes. "I don't want how he feels about me to jeopardize what we have..." His arm comes around her and rubs her back comfortingly. "Who cares what he said. It's not true."