[Ray's about as sober as he was when he made his last post, but this time he seems more defeated than angry. The combination of too much booze, too much free time and mild concussion is starting to get to him, even if he's not about to admit to that. Besides the obvious bang on his forehead, the only visible signs of his fight with Ken are already mostly healed scratches on his face.
He's in his flat this time, which probably looks a lot like
this minus the fish. He's slugging his whiskey straight from the bottle, because... Well, what's the point in a glass?]
Wouldn't've minded bein' 'it by this curse. Jus' for a bit. Prob'ly would've minded if I 'ad been, but... Hearin' nothin'...
[He trails off, snorts, then picks up the device with unsteady hands.]
Can't even remember why I put this on. Prob'ly jus' nothin'.
[There's some fumbling as he turns it off and a mutter than sounds suspiciously like 'm'sorry, Dad ' before he manages to disconnect.]