"Oh my god, listen to you! I am a grown fucking man, not some--- wistful, pining school-girl, watching her crush go to the latest dance with someone else," Jon gripes, folding his arms. "The soft one is a friend of mine from home, and I am happy for him."

His frustration fizzles, just a bit, and he lets out a short huff of a sigh. If there's anyone to push an ounce of emotional honesty over the looming dam towards, it's someone who can't make that a later-Jon problem, isn't it?

"It's just--- strange. To see someone who's life was so deeply entangled in your own moving well past all that, building their own, and to see your life paths drifting in different directions. That's all."