When it was all said and done, Punk could honestly say he felt like a complete Dick. He wasn't raised to act this way. What had he done with himself? He couldn't even remember how he used to act, but he knew it was a hell of a lot nicer than this. He despised himself in this exact moment, but there was no ti.e for that right now. He had to attempt to fix things. To help the girl who had helped him. It was the right thing to do, he knew that. He had to deal with his wrongdoings.
He sighed and went around the room, picking up the mess that he had made in the process of getting everything done that be did before. He took the money and the ring out of his pocket, knowing that he didn't deserve to have any of it. He found a sort of piggy bank on a shelf, and stuffed the money and ring in there. It was the least he could do to pay this poor girl back. This poor, strong girl, that be had reduced to tears. He really was scum. He couldn't deal with that, with knowing that. He used to shun men who made women cry. And here he was, doing the same thing. He might as well be hitting her! Which he remembered that hhe also threatened to do. What was happenings to him?
Punk walked silently over to the bed, standing behind Trick nervously. "I... I wanted to extend my apologies, ma'am..." He began in his drawl. "See, I'm not usually like this. I used to look down upon men who did this to women... and here I am doin' the very same thing." His voice wavered slightly, but he was determined to stay strong. "This business has taken its tole on me, and it ain't even my fault I got sucked into it... not that there's any excuse for the way I been treatin' you, miss." Punk sighed a bit, knowing that none of this was probably helping. "Now, I'm sure you don't want to see the likes of me again. Just say the word, an' I'll be gone, I swear it." Punk stood there, awaiting the response from the young girl in front of him.