Tony throws his hands up in the air as Jack runs off. Jackass can't even wait until he's finished. Make his way back to the car he does, leaning against the trunk and putting his face in his hand. He can't deal with this. The lawsuit, Jack, everything. He's getting too sober. Needs another drink.

What the hell did he ever do so wrong? He doesn't know. But if there's anything his parents have taught him it's him. It's all him. Can't change what you are.

But he has to keep going. Pull through. Whenever Jack does get back he'll be calmer (and, disgustingly, more sober), eyes gazing up at the stars as he hunts constellations. It's a good spot. Not a lot of light pollution in a graveyard.