Tommy noted that Aaron felt guilty about something. He didn't know what, only that he did. So did the older gentleman in the far corner talking to the girl half his age. And the woman who was drinking the martini at the bar.

So many sinners, so little time. said the voice in his head.

Tommy shook his head as though he were clearing it and looked at Roxie.

"Back before you changed the hair color...I think your luck was just the way you wanted it. You did what you wanted, when you wanted and who you wanted and didn't feel bad about it." Tommy said. "I daresay you probably even enjoyed it.

Then somethin' happened. Or someone. And now you've got this cloud hangin' over your head that you don't know how to get out from under. You think you've found the silver linin' but...you're scared senseless. All the amazin' stuff you can do, and you're not sure if you can handle whatever it is that's starin' you down." Tommy said.

Normally, he'd follow his psychoanalysis up with an offer of a roll in the hay but he didn't think that would be taken too well here.

"But I sense that ain't what you really wanna know. So stop sandbaggin' and ask me what you wanna know. Is it about Joe? Do you wanna know what he did when he wasn't pinin' for you?"