Christ, then why did you even-- [He breaks off, eyes flickering in that particular way that Stephen is probably starting to learn, the one that means Mickey won't -- can't -- say what he really wants to.
Why did Stephen even bother with him? is what he would ask if he could. Why make him bouilla-fucking-baisse? Why try to get him better at shooting? Why worry about his safety? Why care?]
I mean, what's even the fucking point, then? Why even be here?
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Why did Stephen even bother with him? is what he would ask if he could. Why make him bouilla-fucking-baisse? Why try to get him better at shooting? Why worry about his safety? Why care?]
I mean, what's even the fucking point, then? Why even be here?