"You don't know that," he fires back. Because that's the problem. Mick doesn't want to hurt anyone with fire, not the people he's sharing space with, but he can't guarantee that won't happen. "Not until I get this figured out and even then.. I don't know."

He'd only just gotten to a point where he didn't need his lighter.

Now? Now he's a fucking walking lighter and he has no idea where his control is going to come from or how good it'll be.