[Haha oh Rosalind. Let him share his years of therapy some time. It never helped. But he did pick up the gamut of tips and tricks. So he takes his glass back in hand. Feelings conversation it is. ...That one thing he's kind of bad at. But he has helped raise a now young twenty something.

And Jack. Can't forget Jack. That's not from lack of trying on Tony's part.]

You mean you don't have control. And that scares you. [Swirling his bourbon around, letting it "breathe" though that's more of a wine thing. It's just something to focus on as he says this next bit:] Bet you're feeling all kinds of lonely now that you remember he exists.