How typical of Rex. Demand a divorce, canoodle around with ladies of the night, only then to render himself stuck at home for God knows how long over a heart attack.

Was your date with George Williams entirely a ploy to hurt him? You thought better not to delve that deep into the meaning behind it all.

George was fairly disgruntled to find Rex still at home. You had told him you were separated, after all. Still, a half-hearted explanation and a brief absence to find water for your flowers - a gift from George - found the pharmacist begrudgingly making small talk on the couch beside Rex.

Oddly enough, George seemed far more uncomfortable than Rex. You even heard the latter laughing from the next room for a moment.

When you finally returned, George's expression settled with clear relief.

"It was nice talking to you, Dr. Van de Kamp."

George offered awkwardly.

"Please! You're dating my wife! Call me Rex."

Came the swift reply, followed by a brief smile.

Smug as ever.