Joey sighed and walked past Winn. "You know, there isn't much difference between you and Tom. You are both assholes, he just happens to pair his with evil." Joey strode through the living room to the bar and poured himself a drink.
Joey took a long swallow, grimacing as the burn hit his throat. "You manipulate," he continued, not turning around. "You tell yourself it's for the greater good, like you are doing others a favour." He finally glanced back, eyes tired.
"Joey…" Winn sighed.
"You manipulated me." Joey accused him.
He turned slowly, bottle still in his hand, eyes sharp and wounded. The anger was controlled. Joey had always trusted Winn's mind even when he questioned his morals.
"For good reason."
Winn met Joey's gaze head-on, shoulders squared, accepting the weight of the accusation.
"You lied to me."
Joey set the bottle down harder than necessary, the glass clunking against the bar.
"Again, for good reason." Winn answered.
"Why?"
"You have a god daughter."
