"Shut up," Mick snarled at his burden. He hadn't stopped walking at all, heading straight for the entrance to the Waverider. "I thought we weren't supposed to tell the baby one about his future, huh? Why are we fucking arguing? We've got to fix his goddamn feet so pretty-boy will get his arm chopped off or whatever. Why the fuck am I the only one who gets this?"

"Yeah, Rip," Len added for good measure, rolling his eyes.