" Moved on…” he said. “Rusted nuts! You can do that?”
“Certainly.”
“Huh. You think … I should … you know … Ranette…”
“Wayne, if ever someone should have taken a hint, it was you. Yes. Move on. Really.”
“Oh, I took the hint,” he said, taking a swig of sherry. “Just can’t remember which jacket I left it in.” He looked down at the jug. “You sure?”
“She has a girlfriend, Wayne.”
“’S only a phase,” he mumbled. “One what lasted fifteen years.… "

― Brandon Sanderson , The Bands of Mourning (Mistborn, #6)