I need someone to get me out of this bored and depressed and freaking lonely funk that I'm in. I mean Mother Night, this is so much less crowded than Vegas.
There is the expected myriad reactions upon arrival, from confusion to instincts to the reactions to increased pain in his leg from the sparring steps, but it eventually settles into a wary chill.
★ If someone would explain this, I'd be all too happy to listen. ★