Yeah, Mick had been on the way out. He'd said his peace and he didn't feel one bit better for it. Len was still gone, his chest still felt empty and hollow. Still alone.
But Ramon is calling him out, asking him if it's too early to go and Mick rolls a shoulder as he heads for the crappy coffee. "Don't matter does it? He's still dead. I'm still alone."
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Date: 2016-12-10 02:19 am (UTC)But Ramon is calling him out, asking him if it's too early to go and Mick rolls a shoulder as he heads for the crappy coffee. "Don't matter does it? He's still dead. I'm still alone."