Mick grunted, clearly indifferent. He slid away from the touch because admittedly, he was feeling a little bitter. He wasn't just hurt, he wasn't just upset, he was angry. "I hate you." Hero or not, best friend or not, he hated him. And he was allowed to hate him. He could have found another way, he didn't have to do what he did and because of that, Mick was alone. And he hated him a little, just because of that. "You little fucker, you left me."