"Tell that to your blue lips, pale face, and... for goodness sake, Gabe, your hands are shaking so hard they look like they're gunna pop off." Mickey even points at them. Dude, there's only so much denial you can dive in. "Do I have to talk at you until you collapse and I carry you to bed?" Because, at this point, he may have little choice. Not like he can exactly hoist the guy over his shoulder and drag him away.