[He manages to get the shirt on and not rip the stitches out, but it's a struggle. At least the jacket is easy since it's about four sizes too big for him. The deputy shirt can wait, he's not doing any buttons right now.]

No one's supposed to think with their dick but that doesn't mean we don't all do it. I dunno man, lots of things seemed a good idea at the time. Then were really, really not.

[A huff as he stands up, trying to see if he's too woozy to walk or if he can make it back to his room.]

He told me I was weak. That I should just kill myself and maybe this time it would be permanent. Said maybe that was my purpose. To die. [Glaring at the ground.] He's lucky I didn't fucking snap and skin him in the middle of the damn buffet.

[Needless to say, Pratt is not a fan of Sharky's hookup.] The important part is I didn't. Which I was kinda thinking was good progress for me.

And then this happened.