The Crowbar is closed, and Lucky promised Sonny that he would clean up the mess that remains on the tables and the bar. It's very late, and no one else is around. He still hasn't looked at his journal since he locked it up in the cabinet to keep himself from looking at it for too much longer. It would only make him angrier or maybe it would make him cave. No one else really apologizes like Lena does. No one does anything like Lena does, and he loves her and how she apologizes, but he's also very angry and worried and a lot of things mixed into one.
A week is a long time to live with these very strong emotions and not do anything about them, but this is Lucky Spencer. The intensity of his emotions are part of what defines who he is, what defines who Lena is too. It's why when they do get into a fight...it's so obvious to everyone else around them. Their emotions take over, and they're not the same- Lucky can't be okay when he's- they're not okay. It's just not possible.
He lets out a long breath in an attempt to shut it all out of his head that fails as he picks up the triangle that holds all the pool balls, filling it back up so it'll be ready by tomorrow.