"No, it's not okay," he growls softly into the phone. The last thing he wants to do is make a scene where other people can see it, and everything they say is being monitored. But he feels pretty intensely about this so there's some heat to the words anyway.

"I don't want you to have to deal. I need y--" He huffs, his free arm sliding across his middle and he leans closer to the glass, like that could possibly actually make a difference, and drops his voice quiet, so only Mick should hopefully be able to hear him. "I need you out here...Mick...I can't do this without you."