He's ready. He's so ready to go back to the bar and tear the place apart in search of that goddamn asshole. And if he can't find him, he'll wait. And when he does come around, Tommy won't give a single fuck about the rules.

But Kate's the only one who can rein him in. And after a few strained moments of staring out at the pathway, and then back at her, then at the path-- he grits his teeth and snorts a short sigh.

He sits down heavily. Still seeing red. Still too furious to think straight.