"You care but it's not beyond that, is it? I can tell. You don't care for me like Falcone and you don't get all hot for me like you do for that Lucius guy." Which was a weird new thing to be jealous of. Every time he met Victor, there was just an endless list of people he'd rather do stuff with and people he was more loyal too, would work with instead of him. Even Oswald, of all fucking people, stood more of a chance than he did.

"One day, you won't have anyone and then you might come to me."

Maybe he'd be into him still then. Hard to say. Probably but hard to say. "Maybe you'll appreciate me better then."