"Okay, so who said that? Because I need to know." His desire to lob someone in the face with his fist was overwhelming. His expression darkened as he watched the stairs, thinking about how he'd absolutely murder whoever had picked on her. With her odd moods as of late, he was thinking that she either was permanently on the rag or she didn't like him anymore.
But he'd reclaim his best friend with a noble deed. Like smashing someone's face to pieces. "Tell me. I promise not to do anything." His honesty was a brilliant lie because he really looked like he simply wanted to know.