His lip pulled into his mouth and he nodded, conceding that she was right. In all ways. He supposed he just hadn't expected her to be the sort to get jealous in the first place. That threw him off some.
"I didn't, you're right. I've said pretty much the opposite." The twirling of the glass was more thoughtful then, less playful. He watched the ice move around and melt little by little.
The fact of the matter was, watching himself get irrational like that, it had made him realize some things. Not just that, but the need that he'd felt to find her and make sure that if she was here with him, she was alright. The jealousy had just piled on top.
"I'm starting to think that your liquor store idea is a good one."