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It wasn't fuckin' new information, that he was a broken piece of shit.
Not new at all- nor lightly held. Terry made sure of that with the constant reminders, the abuse, the torment, the mockery...
The list went on.
But honestly, it wasn't a surprise that one of the few things Mickey'd done against type, counter to his father's typecasting him as a dumbass, he'd still fucked up. Badly.
Why had he expected any different? Why had he thought this kid could keep his fuckin' mouth shut? Why'd he even let the guy touch him that way, fuck him that way, lie in his goddamned bed like he had any right to even breathe the same air as Mickey-
Shit.
It wasn't the kid's fault, neither.
Mickey was the broken thing. He was the one who left scars and pain and blood everywhere he went.
And the kid would've learned that eventually.
Better now than later.
Never mind that Mickey, having tasted an ounce of freedom, was now back in his self-imposed shackles of blind obedience and pained obeisance to his father.
Always his own fault.