"Great, pity food cause I'm broke." Mick muttered as he pulled away a little and started rummaging through the bag. He was stressed and sad, he wanted to eat something. Ah! Snack cakes. He unwrapped one and started to eat it, knowing he was being a baby about this but he spent all of his time looking after a kid that took all his time, stole his nights and left him a little all over the place. The best parents broke to pieces over this shit, let alone a single dad who just stopped being a teenager. "I'll handle it, I just need some back up." Like Hartley.