"It was 'for the best' to just not even let me know that there was something going on, much less give me a hint about what that was? I know you're emotionally constipated to the point of needing to be admitted for a bowel obstruction, assuming we had any beds for that, but what the fuck, Michael?"

He was angry and hurt and his leg ached and he was hungry, but at least Robby was acknowledging that he was an asshole. Jack hadn't actually expected that from him.