Jack sighed. He was suddenly so mind-numbingly tired that it was overwhelming the anger and hurt and frustration that Robby yet again thought that it was the right decision to not talk to people about what was going on in his head. It was some crazy shit that the man needed to unpack in therapy so he could figure out why he thought leaning on his friends was burdening them, but oh wait, he wouldn't ever fucking go to therapy.

"Fine. I guess you can figure out your fucking problem and just let me know when you've decided your best friend and the man you have repeatedly called your brother is allowed to know about it," he said.