These Bruises (make for better conversation)

A late night call from the police station isn't new to Mike, not anymore. But instead of Axl's lanky form leaning against the wall, there's a teenager with tufty blonde hair frowning at him in confusion. The kid looks haggard and exhausted, but so familiar, and Mike's stomach sinks with dread. This can't be happening, but that grin, and there's no way it's anyone but - "Anders?"