After a while of walking, he found a cheap motel that allowed dogs, and rented the cheapest room for the night. He set out food and water for Ares, and cleaned up the sheets. He felt sick to his stomach at this point. A gut wrenching pain in his torso as that stupid look on Vince's face appeared in his mind.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he sat on the end of the bed and placed his face in his hands,"I should have known better. He was too good to be true, anyways." Some time passed, and he waited on a phone call from Vince. An apology, and arguement, silence, whatever. He'd take it.