He hunches his shoulders a little, a slightly defensive posture, as his frown deepens. "I dumped her," he mutters, half-tempted to add a disclaimer about how it's complicated and he wouldn't have dumped anybody if Iago and Wichita would've just been happy with a totally Rex-centered compromise where everybody won.

"She vanished, returned, vanished again. So I went with Iago. Who just vanished, himself," he hisses into his glass before taking another drink.

Rex certainly knows how to pick 'em.