He's never been good at making friends.
He has always been the odd man out perhaps because he's too rich or too good looking or perhaps because he's just too much of everything.
It was definitely not his style to seek anyone out.
To invite them to kick back, hang out and then grab a few beers.
Girls are easy.
But men?
They always tend to see him as competition and only rarely as a buddy.
So it's awkward.
To stand here and ask Hunt out when all he wanted to do is to go home, take a shower and then make love to his gorgeous, very pregnant wife.
But then she made him imagine.
About how it would be like if she was the one who left and he is all alone in their bed and the thought is enough to send him running.
He's sure it would be devastating.
Or maybe he's just pussywhipped.
He couldn't care less.
He'd do anything even babysit Hunt, if that's what it takes to make her, his wife, the love of his life happy.