"He's not on drugs. He's all fancy. He says 'may I' and 'please'. All la-de-da and shit." He set Teddy down gently and pulled his blanket up. Teddy made a whining sound and Mick swiftly slipped his pacifier in until he calmed and returned to sleeping. Mick stroked his hair a few times before pulling away and shooing Leonard from the room. Once the door was shut, he went to the furthest away point in the place, the kitchen, and raised his voice a little more. "You don't trust that I know what I'm doing around my own boy. I trust that kid. Hell, I ain't saying he's perfect but he ain't on drugs and I'd have fucking checked, don't you think? I can see the signs. Especially when carving. The unease, the paleness, the itching, twitching, fidgeting? You know. Like Axel."