"Colin--" Mike's words were sharp. Not a warning, this time, though. Frustration had given way to something else: desperation. Those pills were slowly being taken away and after what he'd endured, how he'd fucked up by punching the other, this--this wasn't good. If he doesn't fix it now, he can't mellow himself out for whatever the fuck was coming.

His heart is hammering in his chest and he's trying his hardest not to panic too much. "Wait. Wait, wait--I didn't--how was I supposed to know you wanted those exact words? Admitting.. Admitting is the first step. Right?"

'So don't I get something?'