Because you're shitfaced and I'm a fucking expert on being the local drunk.

[He summons Moody Blues, who fades into sight before approaching the kitchen to get said glass of water. Abbacchio is going to sit next to Mista.]

C'mere. [An arm is held out, inviting him in.] I promised you I wasn't going anywhere. I'm gonna keep that promise. Even if you ever get sick of me. All right?