How had she had managed to set him on edge so quickly? His temper had always turned on other men when they looked at Gwen. Now it was stopped up like a kettle, and he boiled inside whenever he thought about . . . "How'm I to know?" Rhys spat. "Looks like God's own truth to me."
He watched her struggle not to snap back at him. "Are you goin' to do this for the next twenty years? Jack's my best friend. We laugh together. Bloody hell, Rhys, with what we see, I need to laugh."
I make you laugh, Rhys thought. Why isn't that enough, anymore?
"Besides, he's dating Ianto."
It was meant to make him feel better. Rhys pushed back from the table and stacked the dishes with more force than necessary. "So tell me this, Gwen: Why doesn't he look at Ianto the way he looks at you?"