I'm not fighting you. I'm not fighting for him. I know where the boundary is. I respect myself, him, and even you, much more than you realize. I get why you're pissed. I get it. In fact, my words went something along the lines of, "I'd be pissed if that were me." You don't have to believe me, and I'm sure you won't. But ask him.
I'm sorry if I've disrespected you or threatened you. From the beginning, that was the last thing I wanted.
I wish you well.