[He sighed at the thought of it, as if in defeat. It happened. It was done. Too late for regrets. Idly scratching his head, Cliff figured that he may as well slip the details.]

S'okay. My roomie already knows. Heh-- I think half the village knows, if they remember any of it. Agh...what's the word they used in those books I had to read in college.

That's right. It was a shotgun wedding. [He mimed the slide and load of a rifle and pointed it at an unseen target on the wall.] Bang!

I'm not a marriage kinda guy. My job keeps me too busy for it. And, I don't think I wanna have to worry anyone about things.