Like, five arenas, and this is sincerely the hardest situation he's ever been in. How does life manage to work like that? How is killing and being killed suddenly easier than talking about his sex life? He can't help but give Anna an incredulous look when she says that, because honestly he doesn't get why she's making such a fuss about it. It never came up is a perfectly valid reason not to talk about something.

As buttmad as he is towards Jolie, the relief that washes over him when she finally starts speaking sensibly is extreme. "See?" he says, throwing his hands up. "There. She said everything I wanted to say."

He realizes it's a bit like they're ganging up on Anna, and he really doesn't want things to go downhill between them. The thought makes his stomach roll. "Look- I'm sorry. Jolie and I- we ended shit before you and I got together. It's not like we've been banging in the closet secretly this entire time." He coughs a little, remembering a couple of closeted experiences that he probably shouldn't be thinking about right now. "So, yeah. I guess I'm an asshole because I didn't think it was a big deal, either."

Another thought occurs to him in a spur of the moment, and he clicks his tongue. "We never made it to the part in our relationship where we talk about past relationships, so while beans are getting spilled, did you ever get busy with that smelly dude?" he raises his eyebrows, looking at Anna pointedly. Probably not the best time to be a slightly jealous, nosy boyfriend. But hey. It's happening.