With another nod, I type in 'books' and 'bookshelf' and 'reading light' in my phone. It's not much so far, but I think it's at least a good start.

Taking a sip of my tea, I glance up at him again as he continues and, not for the first time, I find myself wondering exactly what it is that went wrong between them. It's impossible to tell given what little he's told me. I can't imagine it was anything too unforgivable if she's still even willing to call him a friend, but it's not like I have much experience with that sorta thing at all. I mean, I've only been seeing Jack for a few weeks; I'm far from an expert.

"Is it... I mean, I don't want you to feel like you have to tell me anything you'd rather not, but do you think what happened between you can be mended? Is it reasonable?"