Oy. This was the whole reason Stan had been nervous about talking to Meg today. "Well, that's all about the war, pretty much."
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "There's probably something else you should know, though. When we were... you know, not together because of-" He waved his hand, trying to encompass the huge cock-up of their sort-of-break-up. "There was a friend. Being friendly. Just, you know, a mate." His eyes were everywhere but her face. "There was kissing involved."