I think the expectation is that we will be unrelentingly miserable.

[And given that, he reaches back for the bottle. Nabbing it with a surprisingly deft motion of his hand, he gets to his feet.]

Prepare yourself in whatever way suits you best. I am finishing off this bottle.

[Annnnd he super means it, clearly, because he's heading out the door, up towards his room. Bye? Do we not say good-bye? Apparently we do not! Apparently we just leave, rudely.]