Gavin, the more he walked, began to have doubt in his mindset. He wondered, briefly, if this was what he should be doing, how he should be acting...like he didn't even care about himself, about these other people....Sure, it was hard to break himself of his habits, his bleak outlook, even harder to break free from the cloud of depression overhead that choked and consumed. Tail twisting, frustrated sweat beading on his forehead, he slid a bit closer to his group. Just in case they noticed him. And if not....no matter to the monkey.