Well yeah

Mick's eyes roam Rosetta's as she turns from the stove. His own were bloodshot and tired, but an apology that couldn't be voiced was mirrored in them. Had she thought he wouldn't return? He'd wondered if he was even welcome.

He opens his mouth to respond, when BJ came running into the room, water flying. Mick is almost knocked off balance and he has to take his hands out of his pockets to brace himself on the doorway. All at once, he remembered yelling at the child last night... and his heart broke.

His hand runs through BJ's wet hair for a moment before he's surprised by Rosetta's embrace. He wanted to say so much, but the words just got stuck. So instead, he wraps his arms around her and holds her tight. "I'm sorry," is all his can whisper.

Knowing that BJ couldn't go ignored, Mick finally lets go of Rosetta and looks down at the boy. "Hey, Kiddo." His voice was a bit raspy, but he tries to smile for BJ's sake. "I... think you're missing something."

He quirks an eyebrow, with a stern but gentle look. "I think... it's your clothes." He scratches BJ's head lovingly. "Go dry off and put something on before supper, okay? I'll still be here when you come back." He urges the child back down the hall. "Go on... And bring your checkers board when you come back," he calls after him.

Turning back to Rosetta, he pulls her into another hug, burying his face in her hair. "I need to clean up," he mentions quietly. "But keep a place at dinner for me?"


Gunner's eyebrows raise as he takes a bite of his sandwich. "Well, yeah." His answer comes without hesitation, as if he's surprised at Bree's questioning whether he'd want to see her, even though he'd basically asked her the same thing.

He blinks, maybe surprised at his own speed in answering her. "I mean.... yes." A muffled chuckle comes out through his chewing. "I don't have anybody else to look at the stars with... except my cat... but she gets distracted easily and doesn't like hearing about Orion or Saturn fifty times."

His eyes twinkle in the moonlight as his grin remains. "Besides... a vampire doesn't make friends too easily, so he's gotta hold on to the ones he's got." He pauses, glancing down at his sandwich. "Especially... when they make food as good as this."