[It's possibly the worst thing he could have heard right now, especially because he knows that Mickey is right. He does need to grow up. He's always needed to and he's never been able to, not now, not ever, not for anybody. Not even for Chris. He's not good enough, he's not going to be good enough, and he should just fucking stop trying.]
[The look on his face is - not even angry. Not sad. Just frozen for a long moment, a silent beat that he wants to fill with something but has no idea what even to start with.]
[Then he throws something - a thick piece of wire - at the communicator, knocking it off his desk and onto the floor. There's a curse in the background, past the gloomy underside of his desk, and then the slam of the cabin door. He's gone.]
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[The look on his face is - not even angry. Not sad. Just frozen for a long moment, a silent beat that he wants to fill with something but has no idea what even to start with.]
[Then he throws something - a thick piece of wire - at the communicator, knocking it off his desk and onto the floor. There's a curse in the background, past the gloomy underside of his desk, and then the slam of the cabin door. He's gone.]