For the first time in a long time, Demo felt as though his head were completely clear.

Throbbing, aching, and in the midst of a particularly nasty headache yes but...

Clear.

He didn't know how to handle this.

He sits there, absolutely dumbfounded... The lady had practically walked him to her home, didn't care that he was retaliating, telling her "NO." (Though, it was a little hard to tell through his usual drunken slurs...)

And now there he sits in the morning at base. Feeling utterly disgusting.

Dirty...

All he wants is to be left alone, to process the- ... The assault... And yet at the same time, he just wants to talk it through, to get it off his chest.

Oh what a situation to be in...