“That’s what you want to do right now, fight? Hurt people?” she snaps. “You just spent an amazing day with your family, waited all night like a kid with a golden Wonka ticket, dying with excitement to meet your nephew, and this is how you want to end the night?” “And you care why? You’re going home to an empty-ass room like always. I go home and what... fuckin’ sit there?” “It’s three in the morning, Royce,” she whispers. “You go home, climb into bed, and fall asleep.”
