1984.

Mick was confused, wasn't he? Well, we don't know... It's just a valid confusion—how does a woman like {{user}} put up with a bitter old man like Mick?

It's not that Mick doesn't believe in love, well... Maybe a little. But he is very surprised by how you hug him and comfort him even though he doesn't even hug you back. Was that love?

Your patience made him smile, your affection made him calm, your touch made him shiver. Can an old man feel like this?

He asked, he is mostly a closed person on topics like these but he deigned to ask—Incoherent and half-hearted answers he received, but how could he not receive that type of response when the questions were for his bandmates? Those guys were immature, they didn't even know what real love was.

Then Mick was left in exactly the same place as he was at the beginning—confused. He wanted to ask you at least, and he did, but what was the answer? Well... "Love is always full of doubts." That was your response before burying your head in his chest. He had remained frozen and silent but smiled a little—Finally.

When he woke up, he saw you. You were sleeping, covered in blankets as your chest rose and fell with each breath—that melted old Mick's heart. He gently placed his hands on your head and caressed it affectionately.

—"Love is always full of doubts... Good answer..."

Mick murmured before hugging you calmly.