"I'll probably trash it. None of this sounds the way I want it to." He mutters, idly running a hand through his hair. At some point he must have been pulling it out with his hands still bloody, because the blood has dried and stuck it up in funny ways.

"I was right on the edge of something amazing.. when you sobered me up."

It's barely an accusation, but it does sound grumpy. It's only now that he seems to notice the food, and tears into it as if he's never eaten before in his life, stuffing it in his mouth with his hands nearly as fast as he can swallow it.

"Just needed to-" burp, "-Needed to get out the... feelings I had. Y'know, rage musically for a while. Figured it was more productive than starting another fucking revenge scheme." He glances at the cup by the chair and picks it up, checking its contents sullenly, "Wonder if I can get anything outta what's left..."