[He was already drinking before you got to him, so...]

What is it that you wish to hear? That you are right, that I am a miserable cur determined to wallow in sadness until the day I die? Or that I am perfectly content every single day of my life? Neither is true.

I am not a child, nor am I an invalid. I need not your pity, nor your condescension.

[He already had to cover this with Emet-Selch, for Halone's sake, compare notes.]