Precisely.

"What's new? Something new? Anything new?" He was shouting, no apparent
reason. It was a hot afternoon she was sitting on the lawn, with the
kid, their kid, when he arrived. He didn't seem drunk, but his face was
red from the heat and there were big wet patches under his arms. With
her hand she signalled for him to calm down the expression in her face
was part of it. It didn't calm him though, seemed to wind him up more
if anything. He pulled out a smoke, staggering around her, his brows
pulled together he stared at her while inhaling the smoke. She hated
his smoking, but then there were a few things that she hated about him,
non to be raised when he was in a mood like this though. It was
potentially dangerous, not that he had ever hit her, but she sometimes
worried whether perhaps one day he would. "What do you want," she
asked? They hadn't been living together since before Tommy was born,
but sometimes he showed, usually like this, in a state, you could sense
the frustration inside of him, welling up, spilling over the edges
ready to drown things. "What do you want," she repeated. He growled,
kicked up some dust then let himself fall, his behind making a thumping
noise like a bag of sand when it hit the ground. He started sobbing,
sniffling, wiping his nose with the back of his left hand. Then pressed
thumb and index finger into his eye sockets, his shoulders shaking with
each sob. When she put her hand on his shoulder he pushed her away,
Tommy started crying, he wiped his eyes his face grimacing a smile. She
picked up the kid, looked at him once again then slowly walked up to
the house. Will sat in the grass out front, had another smoke then got
up and back into the car. She saw him leave through the kitchen window,
knowing that he would head for the bar the other end of town, near
where he stayed, till he could barely walk. It was his way of dealing
with things and precisely the reason why they had broken up.