"Yeah, that's what I thought. Look, I'm - I'm pissed at you, but you didn't do anything couch-worthy. You just did what you've always done."

He slips off his shirt. Jacobi's compartmentalized that before. He's seen him hurt so often and he's been able to keep it all stuffed away. So he can do it now.

"Ulla and Trevor can get fucked, though," he mutters.

He turns down the blankets and crawls into bed.