"Not sappy. Never sappy," Jack shook his head a bit, smiling as he took a sip of his drink, not wanting to look at the man with the expression for fear Greg would think him mocking.
"I have Jules," He said quietly, or as quietly as one could in a bar with blaring music, "No ring, but I'd never leave him. I couldn't," He glanced over at Greg and offered up a grin, "Anyways. You've got me for a friend now, dear. La tee da, I'm sure you're thinking, but there it is."