It was the answer he'd been expecting. Still. There was a bitter twist to it that said, it's what you deserve.
"OK," he said, and fished for another cigarette. Wish any luck, he'd manage to set fire to his apartment properly and kill himself for good.
No such luck. And no lung cancer had shown itself yet either. So he sat in silence and smoked and drank, sinking back down into his bitterness and misery.