Hey... that's uncalled for, he's not an idiot. The doppelganger's been deleting my Network messages and... all right, I think it's ridiculous that he's ignoring my texts, but... he's upset. And he might be drinking...

[He dodges the bottle rather than catches it, then sheepishly stands to pick it up off the floor.]

He's hurting. He's an easy target. The same thing happens with cults... they recruit people at their low points.

[He dumps about fourteen Tylenol into his palm, not paying particularly close attention to the process.]