Mike didn't move except for a slight flinch, squeezing the back of his neck harder and clenching the first in his pocket tighter.
"Yeah. I guess that's basically what it boils down to."
He coulda argued - coulda come back with arguments and explanations and lots and lots of cussing - and he would've if he'd been having this discussion with anybody else - but this was Liz. He didn't care if he "won" this fucking discussion, he just wanted to try and hurt her as little as possible.