"Melora," Thomas said calmly, sitting on the sofa, handing her the stupid stick, "It's what you felt at the time. Gaius and I both hurt a lot that night, and you said..."
He felt his throat catch. Dammit. "You said you wished you didn't know me. That's not a bad night, that's... I get it, okay? I get it. When it comes down to it, you're Gaius's friend. You'd do anything for him. You and I rub along okay, but when he and I couldn't..."
He was going to blubber if he kept going, but he pressed on. "I'm the one tossed out. Which is fine and fair. Can't force these sorts of things. I won't ask for more."