He slowly looks up at him again when Mick calls his name. "How do you know that?" the words tumble out faster than he can process them. "Isn't that what happens, when something goes wrong or it doesn't work out? You can't go back after that...can you?" Really, the best he has to go by is movies or his own observations in the kids in his classes that he's seen cycle through relationships and breakups and the drama of it all. None of it had ever appealed to him before, but everything is kind of different with Mick.

"And...how is that fair, to you, if everything stays the way it is?" Not that's he's sure everything can, not now. Not after that kiss in the bar, which he can still feel like a phantom touch against his lips. He's pretty sure he'll never get that out of his head. "I-- you can't just wait for me to get my shit together, Mick." He's talking to his hands in his lap again. Why is this so hard?