"You do not owe me an apology." The only thing about what he just heard that really bothered him was knowing anyone who said they loved this man had talked to him like that. That would twist something about his past to get a jab in. It was childish and cruel in his opinion. Not something you do to a person you care about, even if they were just a friend. He's not all that surprised by it though, based on his own experiences with all of them, birds of a feather they say.

Ashley gave a light shrug of his shoulders. "We kind of are rabbits. Fuck frequently. See each other and want to go at it. Pretty accurate description if you ask me." He wasn't bothered by it at all. Kind of thought it was funny and he would have laughed if it weren't for the obvious distress Ganymede was in.

"You thought I was going to get mad at you." He sighed and rubbed his fingers against the rough hair along his jaw. "You were right. A picture of the two of us? Of course it would have looked like an invitation for a threesome. That's not what is going on here though, right? It's not about me. This is about you and whatever bullshit he got stuck in your head. Some shitty notion that joking about your sex life was disrespectful? That had to be it for the prick to talk to you like that." When he said that last bit, his voice sounded hard and agitated. "I'm not him, Ganymede. Look, I know you think he loved you...but that's not love, treating someone like that over a fucking joke. You know that. I know you know that."