Damien was probably having... well, no. His night probably couldn't compare to Lindsey's in the slightest. But he was sort of in his own world now and then as he walked. He was thinking about lots of thins. Some of it had to do with the younger members of that team that just seemed to keep running into him in public, which in itself made him wonder if it were simple coincidence. He should really kick himself for continuing his conversations on the boards. But he was a people person. People ask him questions, speak with him, offer opinions.. and he usually ended up talking back with his own viewpoint. Of course Bart thought he was stupid, though when he went back to read it again, he thought it would seem the other way around. And don't even get him started on the whole Batman mess. But that soon went to the recesses of his subconscious as he thought on more important, personal things. And about the nature of the city. There were people here. People who meet other people, who become friends. And then for whatever reason, they get sent back to their worlds. People like Elaine. He missed her counsel, her friendship. She understood things.
He shook his head as he bought today's edition from the newspaper vendor on the sidewalk. He gave the man a couple $10 bills as a tip. "Thanks, Joe." And he continued walking, starting to unfold the roll as he continued walking. Another man was walking towards him.. he had also heard the expletive uttered. Where had he seen him before? Where.. oh. Damn. It was Lindsey McDonald, the former W&H head, who had actually been the one who interviewed him and set up the client contract. "Oh... sorry, I'm in the way, excuse me," he said as he stepped aside to give him room, though he didn't have the usual smile he usually did when in public. Seemed that Damien wasn't exactly in high spirits either, though he probably wouldn't go post it on every board like others did. He wasn't that way. "Rough night, sir?"