#ddcoswald

Mickey watched a sea of heads bop along corridors, and more so than being locked up, and accused, and turned against; the very first thing that came to mind was the reason he was here. Bright blue eyes keenly surveyed for brown hair, and someone vaguely around his height, with distinguished features only slightly resembling his own. Nerves and panic struck him, making his heart race as he thought about what he would say to his brother, what his brother would say to him. He had only seconds to think, because the clock was ticking down to the sighting. And after an eternity of searching, he saw familiar piercing eyes. Mickey shoved through people, a beam lighting up his face. A tentative approach was planned, but hell, he'd been cooped up in a car for days worrying about his big brother. 

Well, he has no qualms about beating up a child. So there’s that.