"It wasn't this bad before," he grumbled, looking into the glass of water and scoffing, setting it back down. "Before it was just uncomfortable, seeing people look at her like they wanted her. Though I can't blame them. . ."
He shook his head and sat up a bit, before slouching back down in the chair. "But now? We went to Ireland a few weekends ago. Did nothing to but fight and shag the whole weekend. And then the other day. . . another fight. We're not even really together. Not officially. She's got some phobia of the word 'relationship' or something. Nearly died before when I asked her out on a real date. I thought she was going to slap me."
He chuckled then. "Sounds like me. . . before I met her."