As if the last 5 months of Mick's life hadn't been strange enough, this place sure took the lead. He'd been here less than a day and already the strange factor was topped several times. The strangest of them all of course being Len's less then dead self showing up. His thick fingers fiddling with the silver ring that still hung from his neck before tucking it back in under his shirt. He wouldn't fully let himself believe it until he saw it. Though he didn't think he'd be here again. He'd said his goodbyes, even if it wasn't to the Len of his timeline. Having no plans to take Rip up on his offer to drop him back off there whenever he wanted. It was too hard, and unlike some of the others on his team, Mick understood and respected the importance of keeping the timeline intact. Making the decision to just let it be rather than to figure out a way to save his former partner.
Regardless of how angry he'd been at Len's decision, he respected it. Respected him enough to not try and mess with what was already done. Even if every impulse in him screamed the opposite. However, this was different. This place didn't exists on the same plane of existence as their world. What happened here didn't effect what happened over there from what he gathered. Making him rather content on where he was, rather than some of the others who seemed hell bent on finding their way back home. He guessed it was one of the benefits of not really having a home to go back to that made him so adaptable.
Finishing off his second drink since sitting down, Mick quickly ordered another. Taking a drink of it once it was poured before going stiff at the presence he felt take up the seat beside him. Of course Len had to make an entrance. The bastard always liked a bit of flare. Though Mick could hardly appreciate it now as he found himself just staring at him with hard eyes. One could practically see the wheels spinning in his brain as he tried to work out what he was actually seeing. Without much thought, Mick reached out to place a heavy hand on Len's shoulder. His expression changing into something softer the moment his hand made contact. He let out a sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he nodded in agreement with Len's words. "It's damn good to see you too." Mick finally managed to get out, fingers squeezing tight against his shoulder just to punctuate the statement.
It took him a moment to release his grip on Len. A part of him not convinced he wouldn't disappear if he let him go. But he did, and he was still there sitting beside him like nothing had happened. Like all the shit between them that had taken place was no longer there. To some extent, it wasn't anymore. Mick had long forgiven him for marooning him, and as far as he could tell Len had forgiven him for almost killing him and threatening his sister. Not one of Mick's prouder moments, but he was angry, and Len knew him long enough to know he did and said stupid things when he was angry.
"It's been one hell of a day." Mick commented, finally taking his eyes off Len long enough to pour back the rest of his drink in one long gulp. His face contorting at the burn going down his throat before raising his hand up for another. His tolerance for alcohol having gone back up since returning to Central and picking up from where he'd left off. Though it had hardly been the same without Len. The thought reminding him of Len's gun, which he pulled out from the holster in his jacket to hand over to him. Not giving a shit that they were in a public place. "Here." He told him, sliding it over on the bar. It hadn't felt right carrying it with him, and he was glad to be returning it to it's rightful owner.