[Now this is really starting to hit him, now that it's basically not deniable anymore. Alone in his cabin, Mickey feels his stomach sink, and he sinks down onto his bed with it, feeling sick. It takes him a while to be able to respond; now it's his turn for radio silence while he sits there, staring numbly at his phone.
He doesn't cry, but at one point, he wonders if this is somehow his fault, and then he gets dangerously close. He blinks rapidly against the sudden sting in his eyes and forces himself back into gear.]
u ok?
[She's braver than he is; she might have the strength to say no where he wouldn't.]
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He doesn't cry, but at one point, he wonders if this is somehow his fault, and then he gets dangerously close. He blinks rapidly against the sudden sting in his eyes and forces himself back into gear.]
u ok?
[She's braver than he is; she might have the strength to say no where he wouldn't.]