...Christ, this is going to be a thing, isn't it. Tony unhelpfully watches. It's not like he's never seen Jack as a mess before. Stumbling drunk, partied a little too hard, you name it he's probably got a memory he's been trying hard to forget. Sort of comes with the territory when you're the dependable best friend of the wife.

This isn't that though and it's dawning on him he needs to make a choice. He can let the guy just walk out of here, get out of his life just as messily as he got in it, and grieve in peace. What's the betting Jack'll be dead inside of a week? Overdose, bar fight, some stupid stunt for revenge,

Is that how he's going to repay Sofia for everything she's done for him? Let her husband be just another soon-to-be stiff on the side of the road? Lord knows he wants to. Sofia was too good for Jack. Too kind, too compassionate, too forgiving. He doesn't think Jack's ever properly appreciated that a day in his life. Understood just what Sofia walked away from to be with him.

"There's pepto under the sink." Just going to keep eating his own food. Jack wants to be a mess, Jack can be a mess. Tony's not sharing in this pow wow.