His laugh is sad and he shrugs. "At this point it's laugh or cry and I'm fucking sick of crying...so...sorry, you get jokes." He really needs another drink. His head tilts back to rest against the wall behind him. "Look, pretty sure we're both adult enough to see that I'm just pissed and I want someone to blame. To hurt. I wanted it to be you and now...fuck... you're basically a shitty computer with a nasty virus. And now I feel like I'm an asshole who is kicking a puppy."