Mick leaned his back on the wall of the corridor and crossed his arms, wincing.

"I know they don't, just hard to keep it in perspective. Three months parole with no jail time ain't what I'm used to."

It wasn't quite exactly why he felt what he felt, but it contributed.

"And then I come out and my return is greeted with some lost fans, some shrugs and most of the time... nothing. The kinda thing I woulda wanted, a year ago."