"Aside from the fact that you've been weird about him ever since I told you that we slept together?" John tossed out before he rested back into the couch, shrugging his shoulders. "Whatever, right? Doesn't matter. You don't like him, you don't like him. I don't like practically all your friends."
He pulled his leg upwards and rested the sole of his trainer on the edge of the seat he was occupying.