Henry F
He watched Charles storm off, wanting nothing more than to haul his best friend back and pummel him until he understood. Instead, Henry took a longer drink and shook his head.
"I told Gabriella that I am a sex addict," he told his son, exasperation and irritation with some of his guests making him uncaring of the propriety of the conversation, "and it's the truth. How else would you explain my behaviour? Oh, it's not so advanced that I'm indiscriminate, of course, and it is slow going in my therapy for it."