A letter wasn't much of an apology. Not really. It was like one of those crappy kids band-aids instead of real medical care. It'd worked for a little while, maybe, but eventually there was going to be a whole lot of bleed through.
"I don't know what you can say either," he admitted. "You have a shitty opinion of me, you know. I am capable of being rational on occasion. If you'd have just told me before all this --" He stopped, shook his head and dropped it. Tony was more than well aware it was over and done with. There was no changing what had happened. "The thing is," he went on, looking down at his glass. "I sort of get the impression you'd do it again if it suited you. Or him. So where does friendship fit into that? It seems sort of one sided."