For a moment, he just sits there sweating and panting. He feels... not better, but empty. Numb with the the last humming vestiges of adrenaline. Beating Don so mercilessly doesn't feel good, but it does make him feel vindicated.

He stares at the wall, thinking of what he'll do next. Buy a bike with what little money he has. Fix it up himself. He doesn't need Don for anything.