[Well fuck. And that's a trigger that Rhys knows entirely too well, because a surge of sympathetic rage boils up, twists his stomach, even though his voice only raises slightly.]

..I lost my closest friend that way, too. Just a few years ago.

Not exactly the same, but. Couldn't stand that it was over. So he killed her.

[He goes quiet again. Best friend doesn't cover what Sunny was to him. But it's enough to get it across that it was an agonizing loss. He understands what Peter means.]

... Anything happen to him for it?