You're the one who brought it up.

[Wade sets the bloodied towel on the counter. They'll have to clean up the entire place once they're done. Seeing as Scott left more than a little blood in his wake from the chair to the sink.]

If you want to keep talking about me, I'm not sure what the hell else to say about it. My life sucks and it always will. But then, I guess yours will too. It's just how our characters work. Writers love to shit on us and watch us squirm.