While he wasn't a cold blooded killer or anything of the sort, he knew that this needed to be done. Scarlet would have done the same, he just knew it. He just hoped when he told her that she'd understand.
"No, you don't." His grim expression was still on his face as he walked back to the bar, poured Annie another one before taking a massive swig from the bottle himself. "And Gods, I hope you never do. It's not everyday that you can say you killed yourself and lived to tell about it, mm?" All he could do just make a joke at the situation, the gravity of it still not hitting him just yet. His hand still held the bottle, offering it up as a cheers.
"So, how about next Tuesday morning?" He asked before taking another swig from the bottle.