Guy didn't realize that topic was off limits. He thought that Kyle was as willing as he could be with friends to share information. Like going to be the hell out of some damn alien that attacked a mutual friend. That's what Guy would have done, had Kyle not already told him he was handling it. The answer was one word and Guy gave Kyle his "what did I say?" face.
Jen had gone to the kitchen and Guy opened his mouth to pursue the topic but she was returning. One word answers were never good. His mouth closed, for once, and possibly only because there was alcohol being served. Guy put the remote aside after lowering the television's volume to a moderate roar.
"Whatever she said," Guy took the shot into his hand, whipping his head back as the whiskey splashed into his mouth. There was a quick inhale, slow exhale and the the glass was back on the table, "I'll take another one of those. And don't worry about being frugal, I got another bottle."