There was a tightness in his chest. This, he assumed, was the sensation that a normal person would probably attempt to alleviate by shouting, or crying, or breaking something. He, of course, had his own methods. He didn't do any of those things, nor did he go home. He resolved to walk all night, or until something felt better. Probably all night. At least by the morning, Boyd's things wouldn't be there to face him when he went home.