"I'm out working--hey, have you ever heard the phrase 'damage control'? Oh wait, you're a Freelancer, you just leave your broken shit around and move onto the next job!" His stance turns from shocked to aggressive, fists balling at his sides and leaning in. "I'm out working while you go do fuck only knows what you fucking do all fucking day, and I come back in my armor tired as hell from busting my ass, and all I would really like to do right now is sleep, and you have the balls to accuse me of sleeping around?!?!"

And up go his arms. "In what universe does that make sense?! If anyone was going to be sleeping around, it'd be you; you already set a precedent--" Hold on, a hand rubs at his head. "Wait, no, that didn't really happen. Uhhh. Well, I mean, what the fuck do you mean you won't be the only one for long? Are you getting some kind of fuckbuddy to fuck around with? Aha, my stupid unreal memories were right, weren't they?"