Mike only really cares about his next fix, ultimately. He's smart enough to play the game and just observant enough to keep himself out of water, but in the end he just needs his Oxy. He can run circles around the cops and the robbers and make himself valued in each circle but Tim...
Somehow, Tim managed to read him like a book. So he gets high with him and forgets the world and they fuck and it's fantastic, and that's all Mike really ever intends to do asides from give the other a line on something to get him off his back. It's probably mutual.
Still doesn't mean Mike snaps when Tim tosses the drugs. Scattering pills like that in front of a junkie is something Tim should know better about doing, and Mike reacts accordingly.
He tells himself it's just the drugs. Not 'and you.'
"What the fuck is your problem?!" He snaps. Takes a step forward, glare weakened only by how he can't seem to properly glare at him with how unfocused his eyes are.
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Somehow, Tim managed to read him like a book. So he gets high with him and forgets the world and they fuck and it's fantastic, and that's all Mike really ever intends to do asides from give the other a line on something to get him off his back. It's probably mutual.
Still doesn't mean Mike snaps when Tim tosses the drugs. Scattering pills like that in front of a junkie is something Tim should know better about doing, and Mike reacts accordingly.
He tells himself it's just the drugs. Not 'and you.'
"What the fuck is your problem?!" He snaps. Takes a step forward, glare weakened only by how he can't seem to properly glare at him with how unfocused his eyes are.