He nods a little, "Yeah. Okay, good." he mumbles, following Mick out of the bar to his car. It's dark and quiet in the car and that alone helps pretty drastically. He heaves a sigh as he sinks into the passenger's seat.
He stays quiet on the ride to Mick's apartment, just trying to gather his thoughts and calm his heart. He doesn't know how to take all of this. He knew there was... some... kind of... thing that was different about Mick. With Mick. About himself when he was with Mick.
But this... he doesn't even really know what came over him. He just knew he had to ruin whatever chance Mr. Generic thought he had with Mick.
His Mick.
He was... wasn't he?
When they get to the apartment, he follows close on Mick's heels to the door and slips inside once it's unlocked. He clicks the lock back in place when they're inside and leans heavily against the door, palms pressed flat against the wood behind him as he stares up at Mick, trying to think of what to say. "I--"
His eyes flicker, from the floor and back up in half a blink, and suddenly he's found all of his words. "I'm sorry. I- I don't...know why I-- It was probably out of line, n- not my place, probably, I just..." A curious frown creases across his forehead. "I saw you and that was perfect, because tonight sucked and I needed you," If he realizes what he just said, he doesn't seem to show it, so he probably doesn't at all, but that edges toward it being more honest than anything he might plan to say. "and then there was that...guy... and he was touching you like that was okay and--" He frowns deeper, more confused than anything, looking up at Mick like he held all the answers to everything coming out of his own mouth. "it's not. It's not okay."
"It shouldn't matter, should it? I-- this is- I'm overstepping some kind of line, here or something, right?" Because this isn't how friendship works, is it?
God, he doesn't understand anything about any of this and that more than anything is driving him insane. He leans heavy against the door, just looking at Mick with a vaguely pleading look on his face. Please, make this make sense, Mick.
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He stays quiet on the ride to Mick's apartment, just trying to gather his thoughts and calm his heart. He doesn't know how to take all of this. He knew there was... some... kind of... thing that was different about Mick. With Mick. About himself when he was with Mick.
But this... he doesn't even really know what came over him. He just knew he had to ruin whatever chance Mr. Generic thought he had with Mick.
His Mick.
He was... wasn't he?
When they get to the apartment, he follows close on Mick's heels to the door and slips inside once it's unlocked. He clicks the lock back in place when they're inside and leans heavily against the door, palms pressed flat against the wood behind him as he stares up at Mick, trying to think of what to say. "I--"
His eyes flicker, from the floor and back up in half a blink, and suddenly he's found all of his words. "I'm sorry. I- I don't...know why I-- It was probably out of line, n- not my place, probably, I just..." A curious frown creases across his forehead. "I saw you and that was perfect, because tonight sucked and I needed you," If he realizes what he just said, he doesn't seem to show it, so he probably doesn't at all, but that edges toward it being more honest than anything he might plan to say. "and then there was that...guy... and he was touching you like that was okay and--" He frowns deeper, more confused than anything, looking up at Mick like he held all the answers to everything coming out of his own mouth. "it's not. It's not okay."
"It shouldn't matter, should it? I-- this is- I'm overstepping some kind of line, here or something, right?" Because this isn't how friendship works, is it?
God, he doesn't understand anything about any of this and that more than anything is driving him insane. He leans heavy against the door, just looking at Mick with a vaguely pleading look on his face. Please, make this make sense, Mick.