No

“Fuck it,” you tell yourself, moving your lips to form the words but being sure not to mouth them. If Melody doesn’t want to tell you, then there’s no reason for you try to push her, particularly not when she’s been through a night far worse than she will ever deserve. Besides, even if she were to tell you, what good would it do you to know who the lucky bastard is?

“Jack…” The two of you have sat in silence right up until the point where Ben Affleck goes crashing into the English Channel, with you being in a bad enough mood that you don’t want to say anything in case she’d notice it. You’ll keep your mouth for now and do your best to be caring and supportive, but that doesn’t mean that you have to like it.

“Could you fix me up a cup of tea?” In the corner of your eye, you note that Melody has cocked her head so that she’s looking straight at your face with a sweet and tender gleam in her eyes.

“Yeah, alright.” You try to say as little as possible, still hoping that the less you say, the less likely she is to pick up on your foul mood.

“You okay?” Melody asks you as get up on your feet. When you think about it, saying as little as possible probably wasn’t a foolproof way of ensuring that she wouldn’t detect your sulkiness.

“Sure,” you **** a smile and do your best to avoid looking at her, “I just really want to see if Affleck really drowns this time around.”

That wish of yours is genuine, not only because the thought of watching through a two-hour long love triangle isn’t exactly great fun in light of what Melody told you earlier about her new crush, but also because your poor mood is making you wish that just this once the movie will develop into Joshie and the skinny nurse dying in the attack before Cuba Gooding takes the USS West Virginia to Tokyo and kills the emperor with a rusty spoon.

“I’ll tell you if he does.” Melody tries a smile, but it fades away quickly thanks to your surly frown.

“Right,” you mutter out and disappear out into the kitchen, where the menial task of putting on the kettle and fetching a cup and a teabag does a little to weaken the angst that you’ve been suffering from ever since Melody told you about her new guy.

Taking a deep breath, you lean against the counter and try not to think as you wait for the water to heat, which you then pour into the cup before returning to the couch.

“Here you go.” You offer Melody the cup and then sit down. She takes a sip of it, places the cup on the table in front of her and then cuddles up against so that her head is again resting on your naked chest, with the feel of her body against yours being almost too much for you to take.

Twice in the next five minutes, Melody tries to start up a mocking conversation about how horrible the movie is, but both times she winds up finding herself shot down by your monosyllabic replies.

Eventually, after taking a deep breath to suck the smell of her hair into your nostrils, you decide that you’ve had enough and get up on your feet a little too quickly, causing her to slump down in the couch.

“Where are you going?” Melody asks you.

“To get a new shirt.” You reply, hoping to get to spend five or ten minutes alone in your joint bedroom so that you can calm down and gather up your thoughts before returning to the couch.

“Jack, seriously, I know you well enough to know when something’s not right.” Melody informs you, her voice filled with concern. “So tell me, what’s wrong?”

You were desperately hoping not to get that question, because it leaves you without any good options on what to reply. “I’m madly in love with you. It’s your choice whether or not we should have a church wedding.” is probably not going to go over well. Claiming that you’re fine and that there’s nothing wrong will most likely result in a row, particularly when neither of you are in a very stable mood. Trying to deflect her question with a joke won’t fly because you can’t think of a single funny thing to say, even though you’ve never had to try all that hard to make Melody laugh.
Lying about having some problem or feeling like you’re coming down with some illness might work, but it’ll cause all hell to break loose if she doesn’t believe you, and Melody has a nasty habit of seeing through your lies. And besides, her thinking that you’re getting sick would probably just end up triggering her maternal instincts, causing her to decide that you're in need of some serious pampering, which wouldn’t really be an improvement over your current situation.

“Jack,” Melody says again after you haven’t said anything for at least ten seconds, “what’s wrong?”