[ yeah, he sees that look. it's fairly obvious that he does because whatever argument he was preparing to pitch just dies off. what does he have to hide anymore? when he's quiet, and he's not trying, it's a very different image. it's a lot of effort to be who he is all the time, so much so that to not be that way is like turning a light out. ]

It's not what I think; it's what I know, 'cause it's in black in white. [ he has texts. he's probably read them a thousand times. they still hurt. ] Besides, ya told me so yourself too, remember, when ya told me about that pact or whatever? We already know who's replaceable and who isn't.

[ he hasn't stopped her from taking his hand, but he isn't exactly an active participant in that either. ]

Can I get my drink back now..? If I've gotta sit and feel sorry for m'self, I'm way too sober for anythin' shaped like this conversation...