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Seeing Villa so happy with Mike is not Beaumont’s idea of a good time. He stays up
up at night, seeing them (in his mind) taking meals, hanging out--imaging them in bed
together. The thing is: Mike doesn’t carry a ticking bomb around in his chest. If he and
Annalise work out, the Detective is very likely to never have to bury her Partner, as she
already did with her first husband, who died far before his time.
Why me? Self-pity hasn’t been a part of his emotional make-up since early childhood,
and at this stage, it’s a bit late. Mike’s a good guy; a player who never leaves his
relationships on bad terms. Neither he (nor Rosie, for that matter), ever lead the Women
they see to believe that there is no one else in their lives. It’s the right thing…keep his
distance, don’t put her in that position of waiting for the inevitable phone call alerting her
that he is dead. Has finally succumbed to his heart defects. It’s the best thing. Right?