"Yeah, that seems like a brilliant idea. Piss off the guy that's confused and lost and in dumb looking pajamas," he growls, not sure he likes that any better. Frustrated and still hurting, and wanting nothing more to be drunk and passed out and knowing if he indulged in that, he'd be right back where he is with nothing to drink and no way to handle any of it.

Rolling his eyes, he drops down hard into a chair. "You know what? It's none of my damn business. Your... love life? Not my concern." He hurts him and the bastard dies, simple as that, but he's not saying that out loud.