'So it's my fault for not treatin' you like shit? An' for not bein' what you expected.'

Another thing that's hardly fair but what is? It's just life.

'I'm not playin' any sort of game. I don't do that. But if you wan' t'see it like that, tha's your lookout.'

He waves his hand vaguely at the door, not looking at her. All he wants now is whiskey, and sleep.