[It's the first time in as long as he can remember that he really, truly wants to break down. Not just crumble, but cry and wail and leave anger behind to face the real pain underneath it. The lure is so strong.]

So - that's it. That's the end. [He never had to make a choice, because it was made for him.] I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get smashed and forget the shit out of everything for awhile. If you -

[He doesn't know what he's about to offer - an ear, a shoulder, a stool beside him at the bar? - because it never comes out. He just turns and starts to open the door.]