Irritated that he'd given her more information about himself - potentially compromising information - than she'd been willing to share herself, he did not respond to her other than to nod as he stepped away. There was nothing good about today -- nothing his exhaustion let him see, at least. And as he walked out of the bar and onto the street, the miniscule crunch of unidentified detritus under his heels, the only thoughts in his head were of women he had hardly met. Charlie. Catherine.
They were very important to him. Suddenly frustrated with the lack of logic behind what he was feeling, and the lack of assistance this Fee had been, he let the bar door close behind him harder than it should have. Perhaps tomorrow he would feel regret. Tonight, there was none.