Mike looked down at the duffel bag sat on the bed, looking through it’s contents one last time. At first it looked fairly standard, just a few days changes of clothes, but then there was the phone with only one number in it, and the id card with his face but another mans name, and the half empty pack of cigarettes, a brand he had never smoked and probably never would. With a sigh he zipped the bag closed, there was nothing more to add, no way to stall what was coming.
Mike walked out into the living room, and Peter didn’t even bother to look up from his book. Mike knew he was mad, the argument they had had two days ago, and then again last night, making that very clear. But he had still hoped for some degree of acknowledgement, he needed something, some kind of comfort to get him through the next few weeks, more likely the next few months.
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SVU addict 