He counts to about three, thinking about all the consequences he doesn't want to go through if he snaps. So he counts. It is his therapist's will from back home and he actually does it, so she ought to be proud of him. "Just," he says, exhausted from his tone, "just don't do that, okay? Don't. Don't reduce me to a one-night-stand. I'm your friend, okay? You, you are one of my better friends, not just 'that guy I screwed with his husband present'."