Fine

Gunner bites the corner of his mouth. "I've been digging for years..." He shakes his head. "All it did was prove the doctors' diagnosis. Even though I remembered the accident finally... even that's just this... blurry kind of picture."

Turning around and walking the edge again, he stops, quirking a smile. Giving in, he steps down and sits on the short wall instead, his legs dangling to the inside of the roof. "What? Did I find something you're scared of?" he teases.

Leaning back on his hands, he catches her eye again. "I think I heard just a smidge of worry in your voice."


Mick doesn't move. He's too stunned by Rosetta's words to even react. Second place? All he can do is stand in the kitchen doorway, his mouth hanging partway open.

The kiss doesn't do much other than to make him look at her to receive the second blow. His eyes change from an irritated spark to an angry blaze as he watches her, ire-filled words bubbling below the surface. Hearing her sobs as she walks away only seems to fan the fire. He wanted to kick something, throw something or hit something. Worse yet, he wanted a drink so badly that his hands were shaking.

Swallowing everything that wanted to spill out, Mick keeps his mouth shut.

Fine.

He doesn't follow Rosetta to the bedroom. Instead, he goes back into the living room where he shuts out the light and grabs a blanket before lying down on the couch. Rolling onto his side, he tries to get comfortable on the uneven cushion, but it's nearly impossible. It was going to be a long night. Despite his exhaustion, his body hurt so bad and his mind was so full and he was so uncomfortable on the couch that sleep was not going to come easily.