"Lisa can sleep here. She's a girl, I get that, she can have our bed. I'll sleep in the kitchen, you can have the couch and we'll get Hart a sleeping bag." Mick organised in his head like it was an ideal solution. "Or all three can share a bed. As long as Lisa is in the middle. I mean they're all queer, they ain't gonna make a move." Mick huffed in annoyance and he knew this was gonna piss Snart off but that dog was gonna die. He saved the damn puppy and he held it in his arms until the fire trucks and ambulance came and he was just supposed to let it die.

Mick growled and slammed his good hand on the glove box. "It's not the dogs fault his owner was an idiot! He didn't deserve to die in there and he doesn't deserve to die now but he's fucking going to." He would have died. Trapped in that house, burning around him. Like his parents. Mick felt something tight in his throat and hissed. "No one else is gonna give a shit, don't you get it?"