[ Irving tries to retain some of the fire under that self-righteous indignation of his, but Jack's words stamp it out fairly completely and effectively, making Irving press his hands to his face and sigh, heavy and miserable.

When his hands lower again, one curving back around to hold his drink while the other simply sits against the table, fingers fidgeting, opening and closing restlessly. ]

Do not flatter yourself in thinking that anything I do is for your sake. [ But really: Irving knows, Jack knows, so what is the use in pretending otherwise? ] I've never known before what I would do should anyone ever recognize this... deviancy within me... yet I wonder now, if perhaps some part of me was glad for it after all. Grateful to be seen.

[ Does that even make sense...? That makes no sense. He is clearly already drunker than he thought. Irving shakes his head. ]

I'm not like you. I don't know how to be... [ He sighs. ] Truly free.