Peter's mouth was open and he kept looking back and forth between the two. Micky felt a little ashamed and stepped forward to try to explain himself.

"Peter, I—"

Peter shook his head and ran off, running in the opposite direction. Micky groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"What have I done?!"

"Hey Mick...it's okay." Michael wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Micky sighed and looked up.

"What if he tells my mom? I'm already gonna have to explain this," he glanced down at his bandaged arm, "to her."

"Don't worry Mick...I'll take care of it."