Short night

Gunner knows if it were lighter out, that his face would probably be a slight shade of red, but he can't help but smile anyway. Still casually seated on the ledge, he looks at Bree. "You know how to make someone feel good, I will say that."

His gaze shifts down as one of his legs starts to bounce a little without him even realizing it. "I guess I've never learned too well how to do that... I always pushed people away, trying to stay focused on a worthless cause."


Mick's eyes are open, though the doesn't move when BJ joins him. Any other night, he would have insisted that the boy go back to bed - they'd worked hard at making that his habit. But tonight... it just didn't seem worth the effort to have another fight.

Staying in the same position now that BJ was curled up behind his legs, he reaches down with a hand to ruffle BJ's hair, letting him know that he loved him too, and signaling that he wasn't going to kick him off the couch.

Now that he couldn't toss an turn too much, Mick eventually found a small amount of sleep - enough to get him through the night. Waking early, he ached all over from his day yesterday and from sleeping on the couch. The warm body was still behind his legs, blankets askew.

It wasn't quite dawn... no one would be up yet. Mick gradually sits up and takes BJ in his arms to carry him back to his bedroom where he could sleep another couple hours. He lays the boy in bed and makes sure the blanket is tucked up around him to keep him warm.

It doesn't take Mick long to make a quiet phone call from the kitchen, then walk to his own bedroom. He makes an effort to move quietly as he lets himself in, not wanting to wake Rosetta. Getting his duffel bag from the closet, he works as quietly as he can, gathering just a few extra clothes, and checking over his gun before he puts it in his bag too.