It wasn't long before the stitches started to sting a little, and the doctors had given him a handy little remote that gave him a shot of morphine every time he pressed it, but even as the nurse walked in, he wondered just how much each press of that button would cost him. "Not any problems on my side ma'am," he replied politely, giving the girl a wide grin, "I think I'd be a lot better off when you guys finally let me get back to work though, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do you know?"<br/><br/>The nurse seemed to smile a little as he talked, but went about her business like a professional. "Now as for side effects, I think it's doing something to my eyes, cause those slacks look pretty nice on you. As long as it's a non-smoking place, I wouldn't mind taking you to dinner sometime," he chirped, not really expecting it to go anywhere. "I got a new lung you see, can't be smoking for a hot second."<br/><br/>Despite his good looks and soft voice, girls normally didn't stick around him for too long, since work and his dad were normally more than enough to keep his time occupied. Although he wasn't a spending man, he lived by the motto, "<i>If you aren't making money, you're spending it." </i>Coming from a shitty part of Hunts Point, he knew ever nickle earned was one he had to hold on to. He'd been able to move up in the world a bit, edging his way out of Hunts Point after his 22nd birthday, but while Astoria was quite a bit better, he wasn't in anything fancy, scraping by in the 2 bed, one bath apartment he could afford. Although he wasn't the biggest fan of greek food, he couldn't wait to get back to luke-warm gyros after the rubber they had in the hospital.