[And here he was about to do the adult thing... which was to look annoyed, roll his eyes, cross his arms, pace a bit, and then give up by throwing his arms up in the air and growling a bit]

Fuck, I don't want to get into the many, many ways that I am completely stupid. I'm actually, stupidly, more interested in why you say you don't remember anything. You come in here going all red eyed and mad at me and I didn't do anything that you weren't there for!

[He moved to flop down on the end of the bed, elbows propped on his knees, looking upset, annoyed and confused] I get it. Personal problems. Don't make excuses. Don't whine about shit. Fine. But I'd be more concerned about you not remembering that argument then anything else.