Redhawk Caldera i've seen this one before.

He winced as she flung more hateful words at him. His resolve was weakening; he didn't know what to say to her. There was no tactful way to say, "I'm sorry that I fucked another girl, but I'm in love with you." Saying that would make him look like even more of a douchebag, so he held his tongue.

"Is that what a friend is?" he said quietly; to him, her definition of a friend sounded like she expected a lot more out of him than she would of anyone else. A friend would have scoffed at his stupidity, made fun of him for making Grimm honk like some kind of rabid goose. A friend wouldn't have taken this so personally...

But he didn't voice his thoughts. He looked at her solemnly, preparing for her next rant. It was well deserved, but that didn't make it hurt any less.