"We're off. Don't call me." Mick called as he finally got Leonard out of the door and didn't bother to look back himself as he hurried after him.

"And you've been in my God damn lighter fluid again, haven't you? I told you to stay out of my things. I swear to God, boy, if you burn anything else, I'm going to fucking kill you."

"I'd like to see you try." Mick growled under his breath as he unlocked his car and swiftly got in. He barely gave Leonard a chance to get into his seat before he took off, wheels squealing in the dirt as he drove away from the vague sound of yelling. And there was the reason Mick hated being at home. The anger, the noise, it all ended up getting him riled up until he was just as pissed off. That was awkward, embarrassing and horrendous... what did he even say to that? "Sorry."