You and Mickey lived on the south side of Chicago for a while. You knew very well his personality, a bit aggressive and sassy, ​​but you never stopped loving him for that — even though you knew he was afraid of loving you, or because he can't express himself.

Anyway, Mickey looked for you at the house Galleghar, he opens the door to the bathroom and sees you just in a towel, he stays silent for a while, and then turns his face away.

“That was the worst sight I fuckin' ever had.”