"Could I just sleep there a little?" He needed to get back to work, tonight if possible. Somehow, the idea of it was a little scary. More than a little scary. How could one event, one person make him so fearful of the very streets he's lived on for the last eight years? It's not even like his job is hard. Unlike higher classes of prostitutes, people didn't want to share their problems with Dal. Most of them didn't even care if he enjoyed himself. So it's not as if he had to pretend a whole lot or even do a lot of emotional labor.

So why was he so scared thinking about getting back out there?