"Good to know, but I meant lately." Yep, taking that soulful confession and totally ignoring it, this is why they're not friends. Probably. Are they? Jack has no idea, because honestly, he doesn't have a whole lot of experience with having friends. "I mean, Christ, look at you. You're stone cold friggin' wasted, and not in that I'm having a good day way. People happy to be alive don't fight like that."

They don't bounce between smiling and chatting up the bartender and then have that look of rage when they beat someone up, and they don't enjoy hurting and being hurt quite that much. Jack recognizes his own desperate lashing out, but to see it in Tony? It's new.

"I wasn't kidding when I asked if you wanted to go jump off a bridge with me." A beat. "I just don't get why you don't, I guess. What's your secret, T?"