"Well, of course, my first instinct was to avoid him entirely, naturally, but this being an even smaller world than usual..." Wayne gestured vaguely. "It's like six degrees of separation, but everyone's, like, maybe two degrees away. Two degrees and a fuck."
Wayne fucked Dennis who was friends with Seamus who was fucking Justin. Three degrees?
"Anyway. Meant to apologise. Mentioned that his ex had been shitty - you know what happened with his ex, fucking his best friend behind his back? - and that was a no-go, apparently. He ran off, I thought to keep himself from giving me the arse-kicking I so richly deserved. And then the shop owner killed me with a stare, basically."
Wait, had that thing about Dennis's ex been a secret? Shit. Well, three degrees and all. You had to hold tighter onto your secrets, he guessed.
"I might have to downgrade my sexual contact to snogging until I stop wrenching people apart," he mused.