[ He reaches back, leaning against the bar. He gazes up at the rows of bottles, not bothering to look back. ​]

For lying. [ For the way he feels. ] For... I don't know. I feel like I'm going to set him off one day and it's going to come around and hurt you somehow. I don't want that.

[ Maybe he should just stop talking to him. That feels like the only reasonable outcome here. ]