Johnny filled his glass gratefully. It wasn't going to touch him, not physically, not just one glass of it. It would, however, help with the words and what they were about to do, which was leave his mouth. He knew he owed Mary an explanation, just on the basis of the dick move he'd just pulled.
He drained the glass to get himself ready for it. Whatever it was. He still didn't know what he was going to say. Which could be a problem. The fact that he'd promised her honesty on everything made him certain he wasn't going to back out of this.
"I can't really justify the reaction I had just now. Seeing that guy in this kitchen, and that smug look on his face. Just after you talk about waking up with somebody in the same bed. He's not... I mean, one look at him, and I know he's that kind of guy. He gets whatever woman he sets his eyes on. He's not shy about it. He's a nice guy, he's friendly, whatever." He was flustering himself all over again. "And in relation to you? It's like my head filled up with the mind of a crazy person. I really couldn't stand the idea of you being with him. Or anybody else."
Johnny paused to pour another glass for himself and drink it.