*he fights with the urge to walk away without another word. he had at one point loved this girl, and he owed her at the least an explanation*
Keep your voice down, Riley. Now you listen to me for once. You've been more than moody, you've been straight up controlling. I can't live like that, Riley. I NEED to have some freedom. And no, I have more sense than to have slept with her. I haven't even slept with you, and we've been together for three years. I meant what I said about not sleeping with anyone till marraige. Unless you can come up with some magical cure for your controlliveness, then we're done.
*stands up and collects his coat of the back of his chair, fully aware that everyone is watching them now*