"How about you grow the fuck up? Games are for babies. It obviously isn't working for us, and neither is..." He wanted to say 'anything else' but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Something had to work for them. He was just about as in love with her as a person could be. He'd never, ever admit that, ever. Not even in a court of law. But still. It was there. He had to finish his train of thought, though. Or she'd ask him what he meant to say. "Neither is making me jealous. I don't respond well to jealousy." This was a lie. He responded exactly the way one would want him to respond to jealousy. It was sad, really.
"Do whatever the fuck you want, Mia. Walk home in that tiny fucking dress. Freeze your ass off. Get fucking harassed for all I care. It would just fucking backfire on me if I did care anyways, so I might as well cut out the middle step and stop trying, right?"