Mickey nodded quietly. It doesn't fix anything. "Could you...go get Mac?"

Mickey looked down at her feet, silent. "You little bitch," Mickey2 hissed behind her. She grabbed Mickey's hair, pulling on her hair and pushing her into the bed. "You'll never get rid of me, I'll get rid of you," She hissed, digging her fingers into Mickey's arms. Mickey struggled underneath her. "Let me go,"

MOrt knocked on Mac's door. "Listen, Mac, Mickey really needs to see you. She has something to tell you"

Mickey kicked at her but Mickey2 only laughed. "You're such a weakly, won't even use your powers to attack me, what are you, scared, little girl?" Mickey2 laughed.

(was waiting on dillon, but aite)
Mac patted Mort's shoulder as he walked past him. "Thanks for tellin' me though, man." He threw his towel on his bed and brushed his hair around into the basic shape of his usual hair style, before heading towards her room.

(So how much of the events on Mickey's side are visible)

(So he'll actually see Mickey2?) Mac approached Scott's room, but hesitated for a moment. What should he open up with? Maybe a "Hey, how are you?" To show he cared? Perhaps just a "Hey" to keep the atmosphere calm?

Mac finally nutted up and headed in to see her-
"What the fuck?" Mac didn't think too much about it, and immediately moved towards them to split it up. He'd figure it out later.

Mac blinked a couple of times, rubbed his eyes with his left forearm, then hurried over to Mickey. "Hey Mickey, are you okay?" He shoved out, panic evident in his voice.

Mac held her in an equally tight hug. He didn't think panic would overcome him this easily when Mickey was in danger but...here we are.

"It's alright, I understand why you would keep this secret." Mac replied in kind.

Mac wasn't entirely sure what she was alluding to, but he assumed things such as the fires she had started all those times. "I know. You were never that kinda person."

Mac met her eyes, doing everything he can to stay calm in the situation. "I know you wont."