...Drunk Tony is probably not the best guy to say to this. Sober he'd have a lot to say, maybe a straight up lecture like the old days. Except sober Tony is never around anymore. Not these days. There's a pause as if he's taking that in, respecting it. And then he's throwing his hand over his eyes —and it hurts, glass in his face and all, shit— and laughing without restraint. It's genuine, unabashed. This situation could not get more insane even if aliens invaded right now.

"You turn, —what? Straight? Legit?— get a good job, probably have some kind of degree. And you come back into to town to end it all." A pause. "And crash my party."

Why was that on the list, Jack? He wants to know. Really. But aah... Hah. Haha. "They're never going to bury you next to her." He lets his hand slip to the floor with a soft smack, eyes closed behind his glasses. If he leaves a bloody streak on the floor it'll be something for the janitor to remember him by. "Won't see her headstone."

Jack's probably visited her grave before. Tony would assume so. There's something about the way he says it though. Like Jack's going to miss the ice cream truck if he passes the opportunity. ...Then again he's probably one drink away from alcohol poisoning so do you really want to listen to this hot mess Jack.