"Well, not this floor. A guy threw up on it last week, he's probably pick up something dodgy." And he didn't want his-- the kid, rather, sitting in pimp germs. No way. He moved into the apartment and there was the ripped up letter Mick had trashed in anger on the floor and a few throw things around the place but mostly, it wasn't so bad. Mick set the infant down on his bed and handed him his bear, snorting in amusement. "You like bears, don't you? Look at you, all dressed like a teddy bear." Mick teased quietly, almost whispering as he stroked the kids face.

Then he stood up straight, cleared his throat and turned to Leonard. "Nah, just that one. I didn't have a condom and she swore she was on the pile. And over eighteen. All bullshit, apparently."