Irahl raises a very good point, one that gets a thoughtful sound out of Vincent before he begins rifling through his own recollections of what he'd said and what had been happening before and after here at home.

"He's been better," he finally decides, "Hasn't come home drunk off his ass to bleed all over my bathroom in a while. But then learnin' that he's the guy who did your kidnappin' an' all that, and then all the shit he told me about yesterday... I don't know. It's pretty fuckin' bad."

Ah, it's their friend 'disappointment', back again to linger in his voice as he tries to parse his feelings about a bunch of things he hasn't really given himself a chance to process yet. He's so mad at Robin that he feels exhausted just trying to comprehend the scale of it. Another piece of paper gets crumpled up and dropped onto the pile at his feet.

"...I don't know. He's on some thin fuckin' ice with me right now."