[Paddy tossed the rest of his cigarette over the side, and lit another one, considering what to do. What to say. Part of him wants to lie. Part of him wants to say the exact opposite of what he's thinking, play the placating, faked understanding card.

But then he knows he can't keep it up for long, and that might end worse than being... cautiously honest. Meaning he wasn't going to insult her - at least, not deliberately or directly. The problem was, he was a little oblivious to what was insulting and what wasn't.]

But it's... do you really think it's the same kinda thing? I mean, is it different to, I dunno, her being a really fucking good mate?

[Paddy sensed this was going to end horrifically from here on out, no matter what he said, and he contemplated leaving, but then... well, that'd surely be worse too.]