[Big surprise: he fucked up. Mickey is no genius, but he doesn't need to be to have seen that that would go badly. He should go after him, he thinks -- but something, some fear or indecision, paralyzes him where he sits. He's not going to do any better in person. In person, he might wind up hitting Cassel himself.
When he does eventually pull up roots, that's what it winds up being for. He can't take care of Cassel, or his family, or himself. He runs again and again into problems he can't solve, can't help, makes fucking worse just by opening his mouth. The only thing he can think to pull out of himself, maybe the only good in him at all right now, is that he can find something better to hit.
Or at least something else. By the next time Cassel sees him, he'll be sporting some fresh bruises of his own.]
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[Big surprise: he fucked up. Mickey is no genius, but he doesn't need to be to have seen that that would go badly. He should go after him, he thinks -- but something, some fear or indecision, paralyzes him where he sits. He's not going to do any better in person. In person, he might wind up hitting Cassel himself.
When he does eventually pull up roots, that's what it winds up being for. He can't take care of Cassel, or his family, or himself. He runs again and again into problems he can't solve, can't help, makes fucking worse just by opening his mouth. The only thing he can think to pull out of himself, maybe the only good in him at all right now, is that he can find something better to hit.
Or at least something else. By the next time Cassel sees him, he'll be sporting some fresh bruises of his own.]