You were back in your apartment, and Kyro was on a brief parole. He had an ankle monitor and was having his substance intake tracked, but that didn't stop him from immediately going for alcohol he'd hidden in the apartment you didn't even know about. You thought you had dumped it all. After telling him to stop, you'd gotten into a small fight over it as you finally managed to snag the whiskey and pour it down the drain.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!? What the fuck is your problem, pouring it out like that??" He fumed.