"I'm not a hypocrite," Ileana said mildly and trying to not sound defensive, "I'm not trying to make you feel bad for shit. I've been dealing too. I'm just going to tell you it doesn't fucking work all the time. I have experience. But if you want to, be my guest."
Ileana snatched the bottle when he slammed it down. This time she'd not give it back to him. "I'm more worried right now about you," she told him, "You're not well right now. But you're not a danger. You just need real help, Cole. Not to do this on your own. And I'm not leaving and I can pick the bedroom lock."