"It's good to know I remember how jealous you always were. I couldn't so much as look at a chick in a bar without you poking at me over it for a week." Mick grumbled as he tried to shove the ghost/imagination/hallucination thing of out his way., trying to ignore how he could still feel those lips against his cheek. It was a lie. This was all one big lie. "You'd get jealous of my lighter."