... did he really want to sit out here in the damn cold? No. He felt the old anger rise up, promising to keep him warm if only he'd just cut loose... but he always felt cold after.

Shadow slowly got back to his feet, and turned to glare at Amy. "You just don't know when to let a guy wallow in his own misfortune, huh." Shaking his head, he walked to he door as well. "You're right. It's too damn cold out."