Mick doesn't have many hard rules in his life. He didn't take to hurting women or kids or animals. And he never, ever talked about his family or what happened that night on the farm.

He closes his eyes. "Mama called us Irish twins. I was born, he came about ten months later. He was.. smart. Quick. Got into fights but 'm pretty sure that's because the old man took the belt to all of us when he got drunk."

Another swallow from the bottle. "And he found you. Looked after you for me."

And now he's gone again and the tangle of confused emotions is threatening to drown Mick entirely.