"Yes. That and blowing up at me and I--I'm sorry I said that, before, about things only lasting a few months, I didn't...didn't mean to doubt you..."

He sits back down, head resting in his hands again, because he's not going to cry, he's not, he can't, but he can't stand losing Mercutio and having Namo angry at him--it's too much.

He wouldn't be crying if he weren't drunk, but the Atlantean swimming through his head forces him to choke back a sob.