Goddammit Tony! You know I dealt with the fact that you barely said one fucking word to me when you were kidnapped and that you didn't want to talk about being there. I left you alone about it, even when you were spiraling out of control.
But you don't get to drink yourself into the bottom of the fucking bottle when I actually need you! Grow up, drinking yourself into a stupor isn't going to make anything better. One day you're going to actually act like a responsible adult, and if I don't matter that much to you for you to be sober, then you can go... fuck off.