[This feels...complicated. More complicated than he knows what to do with. His fights with Amelia were...painful, but almost familiar at this point. Fighting with Sasha...well, he'd already said the wrong thing once. Saying the wrong thing again seemed like a nail in a coffin he couldn't and didn't want to afford.
And saying the right thing when he wasn't convinced she would wake to remember it wouldn't be much better.]

Yeah...my nature ran up against your stress...and it ended poorly for us both. Let's...you go back to having fun, lovely...we'll see about revisiting this later. When you're sober.

[There's a small pause.]

I love you. Talk to you again. [Hopefully.

As soon as he's off the phone, he heads back into the other room with every intention of putting his head on Jon's lap and demanding his hair pet.]