Morty narrowed his eyes, though didn't say anything to Rick's harsh sarcasm. He clenched his fists at his sides, shaking slightly. His attention went to Rick's hand in his jacket, and he grit his teeth as he pulled out whatever he had been looking for. Morty studied his face, and for some reason felt his stomach turn at the slightest change of expression on the man's face. "W-What are you looking at! Huh, Rick?!" 

He shut his mouth when Rick spoke. He clenched his fists even harder. How did he know about Morty's run-in with the Council of Ricks? Was that part of what he was reading? Unfortunately, that didn't help with his anger. "O-Of course not, you fucking asshole! I wouldn't be so lucky, w-would I, Rick!" He spat out the name like it physically hurt him to say, his voice cracking the slightest bit. The anger on his face shifted for a moment, flashing something that looked like hurt. But it was gone in an instant, replaced with more anger.

"You didn't answer my question!"