Lip is pacing through the street so aggresively, that anyone who run into him could think they were in trouble. In a hand, he had a half smoke cigarette and with thr other he was dialing your number.

"Hey, you." He says when you pick up the call, his voice trenbling with contained rage. "Katen lied to me --- the baby isn't mine. It's chinese."

Oh, so that's why he's on the edge of going crazy.