Lyndon went out to go to the restroom and just stood there in front of the mirror, looking and staring at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were swelled up and his heart aching. He could not bear to look at Dr. Deyna Song for too long, neither could he stop his urge of seeing that so familiar face with distant looks.
The pain was overwhelming because he could see Yera in her. At some point he felt that Yera was taunting her through Deyna with so much similarities. He was drunk but his mind was still clear.
He opened the faucet and looked at the man who was busy cleaning other cubicles inside the restroom. Tears rolled down from his eyes and he quickly washed his face, tried to sober himself up from the alcohol. Maybe he was already drunk that was why he was getting too emotional at that moment.
