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Y/N's POV, June 11th 2001

Okay, so I was heading over to Mick's house right now. Ready to talk to him, and ask him the things I hadn't yet, mainly, why he's acting like he's got nothing left and wanting to give up.

I knew the ways this could go and the reactions I could get but I had to go over, I had too, to talk to him even if he didn't want it. I'd done as Nikki asked, if focused on myself but I had to do this. It was past midday and I was surprising Mick with my presence, he was more likely to talk to me when I saw him unannounced.

Mick was always the person I never saw giving up on anything which I think prices how much the constantly battle against his AS is grating him down. As one of the most inspirational and important people in my life, I couldn't just let him sit in his house alone.

When I pulled up to Mick's house, nothing looked out of the ordinary but of course it wouldn't. It was inside I was worried about.

I climbed out my car and locked it up behind me, moving from the vehicle towards Mick's front door, once I got there I placed a few knocks on the door and waited, I knew it would take Mick a while to get to the door so patiently stood waiting for the door to open.

When the door opens I meet Mick's eyes and he looked tired and for lack of a more accurate term, sad. When he saw me stood there he sighed exasperated but also confused "Y/N?" Mick wonders, looking as confused as I expected.

"Hey... do you mind if I come in?" I smiled.

"Why are you here?"

"Do I need a reason?" I wonder "Look a bit happier to see me. Let's hang out, you don't get enough human contact being locked up in here."

"That's my goal." He spoke dryly "You don't need to be here, go home be with Nikki."

"I want to be here and nothing you say is going to get me to leave so let me in and we can talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Things." I replied, nodding towards the door, wanting him to allow me in and with a little bit of a staring contest he opens the door enough to allow me to slip inside the house.

He closes the door behind me and we go to the couch, I sat down and don't comment on the bottles of alcohol and pain killers laying on the coffee table. A heavy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach though at the sight of the bottles.

When Mick sat down I tore my eyes from the table and focused them on the TV screen when Mick's voice sounded from next to me "How's Nikki and the kids?"

"We're alright, not much has gone down recently so there's really not much to tell. How are you apart from taking one too many painkillers and a few too many bottles of Vodka."

"I'm alright. It's not as bad as it all looks, not at the moment anyway, this is a few days worth of not cleaning up."

"Do you plan on cleaning up any time soon?"

"It'll depend on my mood, which means probably not."

"You're giving up on the place then?"