[He hides his surprise behind another drink.]

I don't want you to hold my fucking hand. But maybe a little less stick and more carrot next time, huh?

[He stares at the dilapidated floor, eyes narrowed as he thinks.]

You were fucking right, though. Which, fuck you for making that a sentence I had to say. I was spinning my wheels for no good goddamn reason. So I've fixed it.