I want you to get your head out of your ass, and pull yourself together. You're a mess right now.

[John leaves his coffee on the table. Steps forward. His eyes scanning Poe up and down. Not judging. Studying. Assessing. He purses his lips.]

So what's up with you? I haven't seen you like this since--

[That night John took Poe home trashed from the bar, and fought his every internal demon to put put to bed without making a decision both of them would regret.]