As far as Rory was concerned, he'd admitted his mistake right at the start. It had been stupid of him to get in the middle, to think that there was any chance he could influence this situation to end anything other than horribly, but of course, instead of helping, he'd hindered. And in his defense, he would've been in the middle anyway. No matter who was dating who, someone that Rory cared about was going to get screwed over, and Rory didn't like that one bit.
Unfortunately, Eisen's obvious exasperation only fed his own, and that made him wax sarcastic. Which was bad. Very bad. When other people got angry, they yelled. When Rory got angry, he got sarcastic. Bitterly, pointedly sarcastic. "'Circumstances beyond your control' Eisen? What, did someone point a gun at you and insist that you kiss Lexie to save her life? Or perhaps a choir of heavenly angels descended from on high to tell you that if you don't prove your love to Lexie right now they're going to whisk her away to heaven." Rory stopped making the little wavy motions with his fingers to look at Eisen in annoyance. "No. Don't give me that. I will allow that romance is romance and everything, but there is a time and a place for that. Like on a date, for example."
The angry, vindictive part of Rory was tempted to add, 'you know, the thing that my brother had the guts to ask her on without waiting around for four years' but fortunately for both of them, his common sense retained enough control over Rory's mouth to snuff out that particular comment before it left his lips. Instead, he raised his hand in a gesture of agreement. "But yes. You're right. It appears to have all worked out in the end somehow. You have Lexie, Ed has Mal," he laughed a dry, hollow laugh. "Even Gio had Glory over for New Year's, did I tell you that? And Nico old enough to be objectifying women..."
Rory shook his head again, cool melancholy rushing to fill the gap where his hot anger had burned only seconds before. He looked up at his friend, his eyes glassy and alarmingly blank. He was wearing an expression that even Eisen had probably only seen a few times before, the expression he wore when he was truly, undeniably lost. “I’m sorry.” He murmured, his voice low and troubled. “I’m sorry. That was mean of me. I’m just…” he paused for a long time before he could force the ugly word from between his lips, wincing as he released it. “Jealous.”