He grabbed the bottle and practically chugged a good amount of it, welcoming the burning sensation that accompanied the alcohol as it went down. A normal conversation wasn't going to be possible unless he had a little help, and right now this was the only kind of help he wanted. If he couldn't throw himself off the fire escape yet, then passing out would have to do. At least there wasn't a chance of him waking up as Jacob and trying to finish what he'd started. "You're trying to... make me feel bad by drinking, so that I'll stop." He kept a firm grip on the bottle, laughing humorlessly. "Little do you know that I feel guilty enough already. I'm surprised it hasn't killed me yet. So like I said, you're wasting your time. I'm trying to... deal. This is how I'm dealing for the moment. Sorry if you don't like it."
Cole slammed the bottle down on the table, luckily not with enough strength to send it shattering into a million pieces. "What about not trusting that I won't do something to you, huh? You're worried that I'm a danger to myself when you should be worrying about the fact that I'm a danger to you. I'm a danger to everyone." He took another gulp from the bottle. "He was right. He'll always be there--" Cole lifted a finger and tapped the side of his skull, just like Jason had. "If you won't leave, I'll lock myself in my bedroom."