"Hey, Dean, you got it, c'mon." His cold and hard gaze settled everywhere but on you. He lost. Just a single round, what about it? Sometimes it happens, but he seems to be gone nuts, he lowered his head taking sharp breaths, his knuckles turning white as he tightly gripped the bench where he sat at the breaks in between the boxing rounds. He can't weep or just leave, he needs the money, for Sammy's since John hasn't been around, and now he's here, boxing in a ring for some money.