"So... does this mean you two are getting along now?" Rhys asks, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "Sorry, I know that's the most selfish possible takeaway from this, but I think-- sometimes he's kind of jealous of you. It'd be really nice if you two felt okay with each other."

This is an absent sort of thought. Something he wouldn't bring up if he wasn't death tolling and they weren't talking about it, because it feels so crass to talk about how nice it would be for you if your boyfriends got along.

But it's still true. It would be nice.