He could do this. He could. Mike was a smart guy, he knew this. Knew the right way to keep up just enough of an appearance of being normal. A regular person. Even though he was so deep in denial, so entrenched in shoving all of his problems away.
Mike opens his mouth to say something--to try to counter the fact that Billy is right about the violence, maybe, but he knew Kelly and obviously the guy was a fucking idiot, when that sole accusation burst forth. So casual.
Mike was not a junkie. Was not an addict. Mike was a normal person who needed help with pain with a fucked up health system, or so he swears. The moment Billy begins to drag him by the hair, he reacts, lashing out with a growl. Instead of running away--instead of flight--Mike chooses fight, trying to tackle the other to the ground. He's seeing red.
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Date: 2015-07-28 08:45 am (UTC)Mike opens his mouth to say something--to try to counter the fact that Billy is right about the violence, maybe, but he knew Kelly and obviously the guy was a fucking idiot, when that sole accusation burst forth. So casual.
Mike was not a junkie. Was not an addict. Mike was a normal person who needed help with pain with a fucked up health system, or so he swears. The moment Billy begins to drag him by the hair, he reacts, lashing out with a growl. Instead of running away--instead of flight--Mike chooses fight, trying to tackle the other to the ground. He's seeing red.
All he wants to do is hurt the other.