Mikey shook his head softly, pressing his face to Leatherhead the best he could at the moment. "N-no. I think... what ever this is... that's happening with Donnie, I think, if we were both there... he would have done his best to kill one of us. I don't really understand it, except that like this, he likes seeing people hurt, and the easiest way to hurt either of us right now... is hurt the other.

I-if I had to watch him... kill you. I..." he shook his head more, and every moment of his significantly reduced strength was put into clinging to the other, and a small, ragged sob escaped, as he tried to hide that he was crying.

"He warned me... I'm so stupid, I forgot all about it, but he warned me something was wrong. I should have remembered it, and realized that it had gotten worse if he hurt you. And... and... I'm so stupid."

Part of him wanted to push away from Leatherhead and suggest that the other say far away from him, since it would probably be very dangerous right now, but another part, that was admittedly very selfish, never wanted to let go. Leatherhead was his first true friend, the first person who had liked him, as he was, with no need to try to be someone else and without other reasons attached. He was also the first person Mikey had ever loved like this, and the idea of trying to push that away now was at least as painful as thoughts of Donnie.