Well, he did drink a lot without her - but that's not the cause of his state. He's pushed himself up to lean against the wall, but even the low lighting doesn't hide the black eye, the bruises on his face, the split lip, the wounds on his knuckles. There's no prizes for guessing what he looks like underneath his clothing.

"I'm not winnin' any beauty contests right now," he says, his voice hoarse.