Everything that involves you is your fault. If you're somewhere and something goes wrong, it's your fault. You weren't involved in me an Pam, you ass.

[He's got a full on grumble going now. Thinking about her does it every goddamn time, an old scar scabbed over that time and drink don't really heal.

It'd be easier if he missed her. Or still loved her.

Instead it's just sore.]

Like you need to be somewhere with that much alcohol.