At least he wasn't having lady troubles. That was a good thing, Daphne decided. The less lady troubles going around, the better. The idea to tell shitty facts about their lives was a good game to play and it would probably make her feel better to vent as much as it would likely do the same for him. She nodded. It seemed fair.
When he decided to go first, and did so bluntly, she let out a little breath. "Well, then," she said. "I think you have quite the issue on your hands then, don't you. Why did you fuck her?," she questioned. "Do you like her?" There had to be a reason he was willing to sacrifice a relationship with his best friend. If he loved the woman in question — which she doubted because if he loved her he would probably be with her and not with a girl at the bar — that was at least somewhat understandable. Maybe. At least easy to reason out.