I just want you to understand what that sort of thing does to my overactive imagination. I want you around. I want you guys to be friends, maybe not without me for a bit. Maybe I was worried that it would change all of us, or make it - I don't even know. Maybe I was jealous that you two would hang out more. That's entirely possible. Or maybe that I'd lose you again anyway, even if we are a memory. Trust issues suck.
Why don't you come out to the after-party? Come see us both.