Christian didn't really know what to think about anything right now. Ana wasn't attached to anyone physically anymore, but he didn't really know how to feel about that. Christian was glad that she was here, but he really wasn't feeling like he had with her when they were in Seattle. He was tired of thinking about it and it was making him angry. When he was angry, he did things that he didn't want to be proud of.
At least he wasn't going to do anything to Ana right now. Christian was making himself behave. It was hard. Christian didn't know if he was going to be able to avoid fighting with her. He wasn't sure he was going to avoid fighting with anyone, really. He decided to go walk on the beach, to get out of his room.
Christian wasn't able to wear any of the very expensive suits he had had at home, so he was wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. He felt like a bum. He only wore jeans in the red room of pain. And these weren't those jeans. He happened upon a man on the beach. Christian wasn't sure what to say to him.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He asked, as he approached. That would be rude.