Mike knows exactly what to say to get Tim riled up. Or, to get him more riled up, as it is, since he's already riled himself up enough. To be honest, he was angry even before he arrived. He's been angry since that night in the hotel room with Billy, angry at Mike and angry at himself. It's not something he can let go of, but something he needs to release.

Preferably by roughing Mike up some more.

So when Mike leans forward, Tim slams him back against the wall again, hard and unforgiving, the palm of his hand pressing harder against the other's throat. His other hand drops down, too, finger's curling around Mike's wrist to stop him.

He's not going to give in that easily. He won't.

"I'm not some worthless piece of shit junkie. I'm not like you."