Cat

Mick manages a small smile and kisses Rosetta's forehead lightly. "Thank you. ...You two go ahead and eat... I don't want to make you wait."

Turning, he makes his way down the hall to the bedroom a bit slower than usual. Finding some clean clothes, he's ready to hit the shower. It doesn't take him long to clean up, shave, and get into clean clothes. Though his eyes were still tired, he looked more like himself.

Back in the bedroom, he's ready to join Rosetta and BJ, but instead, he sinks down on the edge of the bed. Leaning forward, he puts his face in his hands, too overcome to go on right now. There was just way too much he was feeling. He knew he felt sick because he'd had nothing to eat in over twenty-four hours, but the longer he was here, the clearer his mind got, and the clearer his mind got, the more crowded his emotions. He had to get up, go eat, play with BJ and talk with Rosetta... He had to get up... His legs just didn't want to carry him.


Gunner grins. "TV dinners aren't so bad once you get used to them... and ordering take out at least lets you get to know the drivers."

Finishing up his sandwich, he lies on his back for a while before wanting the fruit. Hearing Bree's question, he hesitates. "Um... I call her Cat."

He looks up at the moon, rolling his eyes at himself. "I couldn't come up with a good name so... ever since she showed up outside my door, she's been Cat."