"I can't have a kid, Leonard. You know I can't. I'm not --fuck, I'm dangerous." Mick had already killed his parents and he almost set his uncle alight before he got kicked out. He'd set himself on fire about four times now, the last time was particularly nasty and ended with an ER trip. His pyromania wasn't just going to be cured because a baby existed. He was going to end up doing something dumb and ... it was a baby. How the hell could he deal with the idea of hurting something that small? "You talk about how it could get a shit parent through the foster system, well it's already got one. And you think social services will let me keep it? I have a record, my shrink says I'm nuts and I live in a shit hole, next door to a pimp and his drag queen lover."