Oh, yeah, not Nick. [He snorts derisively, a surge of jealous hate rising in his throat.] Can't let that happen.
[This is starting to remind him of something equally infuriating, but he can't place it until he turns and spots Stephen's oven out of the corner of his eye. Then it comes back to him: his sister at the stove, the bruises on her face still practically fresh from the day before, stirring a pot of fucking spaghetti for the son of a bitch sitting at his table. Don't be dramatic, she sniffs at Mickey when he opens his mouth.
Back in the present, he shakes his head, biting his thumbnail.]
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[This is starting to remind him of something equally infuriating, but he can't place it until he turns and spots Stephen's oven out of the corner of his eye. Then it comes back to him: his sister at the stove, the bruises on her face still practically fresh from the day before, stirring a pot of fucking spaghetti for the son of a bitch sitting at his table. Don't be dramatic, she sniffs at Mickey when he opens his mouth.
Back in the present, he shakes his head, biting his thumbnail.]
God. What the fuck is wrong with you people?