"I tell my mom a lot of shit, usually she's too drunk to grasp it, I don't know what she knows or whatever but I had to tell her who you were." Given he kept going back and forth to his house all the time. His dad was worried they were 'too close' while his mom thought it was nice that Mick had a friend. Mostly because she seemed to still be under the impression he was twelve. Once they were inside of Mick's room, he pulled out a bag from the corner and started throwing stuff into it. Mick's door had a giant hole in it from where he'd punched in, the bedroom was covered in scorch marks and one lonely poster of two naked chicks making out was on his wall, mostly to cover the other hole he made in one of his many raging out moments. It fit the theme of his house, at least. "I'll keep her away when we go back down. Sorry. She's not all there, she wasn't always like this but -- you know. Drinking. Pickles the brain or something."