A snort of sharp amusement spills out, just a little bitter.

"Oh, lovely, always lovely."

He's already laid himself open for Arthur once today. And he knows he needs to do so again. This one is going to sting maybe a little less, maybe a little more. It's hard to tell.

"I thought you wouldn't come back," he says after a moment of quietness, staring at the coffee pot. "And now that you are there, I'm not sure how to fix what the pirate ship wrecked. But thankfully I haven't forgotten it, it keeps me awake. Sometimes... Well, most nights, it's easier to sleep if I'm drunk. I know forgiveness doesn't just happen. But at least now there's a chance."

He looks at Arthur, waiting for him to throw it all back at his face. Rightfully so.