Nate doesn't know why he expected to be able to get from the boardwalk to home without anyone noticing him. There are days he can barely walk down to buy beer without running into someone in this city, and this time he's a sight for sore eyes.

Even with the bones set the way they should be, he knows he still looks like a wreck. Someone comes up alongside him and touches his elbow and Nate doesn't flinch but for a moment he prepares to fight again. His peripheral vision is shot to pieces but then he hears the voice and he turns to see Marcus.

Painkillers. Goddamn, he hopes he has painkillers at home. "I'm going to drown myself in an ice bath," he counters. Then, when he's feeling less like he's been through a meat grinder, he's going to find a way to get back at that asshole.