"Jim..." He huffs softly looking away and setting the mug down shaking his head a little. "I um don't like talkin' about." He knows a little hypocritical. "I thought she was, but she wasn't... we wanted wanted very different things out of life, and then she ran off with Clay." He says with a shrug, "They wanted the same things, pretty sure she's happy now."

"But... her leaving was for the best."