[He watches Mickey's knuckles, the way they move under his manipulation. It's been a really long time since he got into that kind of fight. He wonders if it's better, if it makes you feel better, than what he does, if it makes people less angry with you, because he doesn't feel very angry with Mickey now. Maybe he should.]
Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?
[It comes out rawer than he means, and he looks down at his hands hanging between his knees. He's tired of being weird and fucked-up and vulnerable, but he doesn't want to leave, either, not until he gets his answer.]
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Does that mean you're not mad at me anymore?
[It comes out rawer than he means, and he looks down at his hands hanging between his knees. He's tired of being weird and fucked-up and vulnerable, but he doesn't want to leave, either, not until he gets his answer.]