The laughing just made Mitch punch harder and a little more crazily. He thought he had gotten past being like this. He thought he had more control over himself. But Hurley just knew what fucking buttons to push to make him lose it. If he had been more focused, he could have seen what was coming next and stopped it.
He quickly moved away when he was free of Hurley and stood up. Arms up, ready to fight again. He was ignoring the fact that his shoulder still wasn't 100% healed. "You're fucked up." He needed to stop giving Hurley wanted he wanted. So instead of lunging forward and throwing a punch, he took a few steps back. "Leave. Now."