After she destroys him, he does exactly what he thinks he's supposed to do; he throws a few dishes and breaks an end table and screams a lot of things at her until she leaves. He thinks he's supposed to be furious, but once she's gone he doesn't really have the energy to address any rage he might be feeling, and he just stands there in their silent apartment clutching a framed photograph he'd planned on throwing at the door after her. He starts to regret then, starts to reassign blame and feel partly responsible and just overall start to doubt himself, so he calls up Kenny and Darryl and anyone he can think of and they meet at Poor Richard's to properly deal with this sort of thing. But several beers in his anger has totally dissipated, and all he feels is loss and sadness and a desperation to undo this.
So he makes a few excuses, says he needs some sleep, and they all look at him doubtfully and mildly argue but mostly acquiesce and just keep on drinking because hey, they're already there, why the hell not? So he just drives himself home, or plans to, but then he's at a checkout counter and he's apparently bought a 12-pack, so he takes that home and sits in their silent and empty apartment and gets through half of it much faster than he thinks is probably a good idea. He drinks enough to actually get a bit weepy, and then he surprises himself with the force of it, the pain of it, and then he's calling her cell phone and saying words like please and why and come home to her voicemail and he has no idea how many messages he's left. Finally she answers but she just says things like no and I'm sorry and you're drunk and he doesn't know when she learned to be so cold, so unloving, his Pammy, and how she could just leave him here and how the hell is he supposed to be alone?
He looks at the mess he's made, looks at how much of their life he has broken just this evening, and he supposes that yes, this must be his fault, after all. He must be a fucking monster to make his Pammy act this way, to be so cold, to undo their past and their future and everything he'd just been assuming about his life. He must be terrible.
So he turns off his cell phone and his sits in their apartment and he drinks more and hates himself more than he ever knew was possible.
