[Watching him try to work through his own head is just ... It feels like proof that they've probably outgrown this form of their relationship, a thing which isn't entirely sexual and isn't entirely romantic but also isn't either of those things at all. She takes her free hand to put it over both of his.]

We're really great friends that can have really great sex, but that's all.

[And that's just it. The end of the story. There's no pretending that she doesn't kind of still love and admire him. She hadn't wanted monogamy but something lasting was the general goal and it hurt to know that it just wouldn't happen, and that if it did she'd only be doing a disservice to them both.]

It's okay. I mean, it sucks but to be honest I was probably using you in my own way. I'd rather deal with this now than let it go on and get weird, and if that happened then maybe we couldn't even be friends anymore.

[And this way they could still be that. They could still have sex, or go hang out or something but there just wouldn't be any expectation, no strings.]