"You are so full of shit," Myron said, turning to sit on the bed. He needed to quit looking at those brown eyes. This was surely going to tear him apart. "Let's try something different. We can talk about how interchangeable Jon and I are later." There was another flash of anger in the words, and it was loud enough to be heard through a cracked door.
"Do you even know why we don't work, Kirley?" Don't lose your nerve now. "You probably think it's me. The great Myron Wagtail will never be faithful. Yeah, I know. I've heard it. I've never said that, but I've heard it a lot. I've heard that I don't know what I want, and I usually just go along with it." He gave a wry laugh, draping a hand over blue eyes.
Jon could give him that. It was almost a joke. While Jon probably could do that, Kirley would never do that. "Funny how you say that's all you ever wanted. When I got here, it was a threesome. That's what I didn't want."