For all his threats and posturing, Mick really didn't have it in him to be angry with Len. Not now, not knowing that whatever time he had left here in this time pocket, would be the only time he'd ever spend with his friend again. Because seeing former versions of him in the time stream would never be enough for Mick, not really. His own lips twitching into a small grin as he watched Len reunite with his cold gun. Mick's guard having dropped considerably after having a few drinks, and seeing for himself that Len was really Len and not some trick or illusion. He shrugged at Len's sentiment about keeping his gun for him, though he was no longer trying to deny it.
The contact, as small as it was, seemed enough for Mick to start feeling more like himself, and less like he was talking to a ghost. Though that would hardly be a first for Mick, considering the voices he'd grown up hearing in his head. He supposed that was one good thing that had come from the Time Master's brain washing him. Whatever mental illness Mick had been suffering from all his life had seemed to be as good as gone, in turn easing his impulsive obsession with fire. Though it didn't extinguish his adoration of it in the least.
Mick couldn't help the way his stomach clenched and his brow furred at Len's mention of his death. He was usually the first to make light of a bad situation, but in the case, the wound was still too fresh to enjoy his friend's witty banter. However he didn't let it settle between them as he was quick to comment about Len's idea of a 'vacation'. "I don't remember anything about dinosaurs or time pockets being mentioned in that vacation plan of yours. But at least it's somewhere warm." Mick smiled at that, pleased that he hadn't been stranded on some icy mountain top in the middle of nowhere. Now that he would have a problem with.
There was a long pause before Mick spoke up again, as if debating something in his mind. He stared hard into the glass he held between his hands, moving the last bit of golden remnants around at the bottom. "I found the journals." Mick told him, still not meeting his gaze. "The ones you started writing in so you wouldn't forget things. I read them." Mick confessed, referring to Len's thoroughness of not wanting to forget his former life in case something went wrong and they couldn't return their child selves back in time. Normally Mick wouldn't have bothered to read through Len's ramblings, but having caught his name in them more than a few times, Mick had taken the time to read through them all.