No.
Mick can't do this. He can't. He can't be losing this, can he?

"Y'can't help by kicking me to the curb," he counters softly, still too stunned and hurt to even consider being angry at the rejection even though he's pretty certain that will bubble up at some point.

"You don't want it. Me. I get it. But don't.. " A shaky hand drags across his face. He won't beg.