Mention of that night has him setting down his beer hard enough that it foams up and over his hand. He can't. As much as he wants to he can't. "You know they'll find a way to unseal those records."

Unstable. Pyromaniac. Killer.
The words all but branded into his skin like the scars Lenny and Lisa bear.

He sinks down beside him, and damn the risk, Mick slides an arm around him. "You'll figure it out. Whatever you gotta do you know I'll be there. No matter what it takes."
"