After nursing his headache Donny continued to move through the slums. At this point he wasn't sure what he was doing with himself anymore. He didn't want to keep fighting. He thought he could come to this city, maybe get a boring job working the grill of some restaurant, show off his cooking ability. But no, he just kept getting these wetwork jobs. Kill this, kill that, take this from someone, make sure this gets to someone. This isn't what Donny wanted to do. This isn't why he came to this city. As he shambled into the darkness, he saw a familiar face, one that brought pain onto him. [b]"Roxy..."[/b] That was a horrible and embarrassing night. He almost can't stand to be here, knowing how much a fool he looked with her. He didn't want to leave though. His foolish, chauvinistic pride and desperation wanted him to have Roxy. The beast inside of him made him want Roxy. But he was stronger than that, at least so he tells himself. He had to fight the urge. But he couldn't leave well enough alone; he just stood there, watching and wordless.