There was a lot running through Mick's head. More thoughts than he was use to. He was naturally someone who acted on impulse and feeling, but lately something had changed and he found himself more often than not, thinking things through. Not to the extent his partner always had. He'd never met anyone who thought that many steps ahead all the goddamn time. The clarity of it being refreshing, but the weight of it feeling like such a burden. The bartender coming back around to fill his glass after receiving a small gesture from Mick to do so.
"This might be the closest thing, since I don't count laying low from the cops as vacation time." Mick quipped back, bringing his glass to his lips to swig back some of the liquid. That wasn't to say they didn't have some good times in between thriving and planning heist together. "New Orleans had it's perks." Mick added after a moment, scoffing slightly as it occurred to him just how much they'd become a couple of old men reminiscing about the good ol' days. The thought almost as therapeutic as it was disarming.
"I know why you wrote them." Mick spoke up after Len went on to explain the journals. It had made perfect sense to Mick when he'd realized what they were and why Len thought it necessary to write down his life and important events he didn't want to forget. What had surprised him was how much of it contained himself in it, and not just in reference to jobs they'd pulled. Little things that even Mick had forgotten about. Like the first birthday present Mick had ever gotten Len, just a couple years after meeting in juvie. It was nothing fancy, just an old police scanner Mick had found in the dumpster outside the precinct. He'd fixed it up and gave it to Len in hopes it'd help keep the kid out of trouble while he wasn't around to look after him. It was around that time he'd burning his uncles house to the ground and had to skip town for the better part of a year.
The more Mick read, the more he began to realize that he'd been reading Len wrong all those years. Thought he'd really turned as cold as his alter ego would have people believe. He just wished it hadn't taken him this long to figure it out. Wished it hadn't taken Len dying to find out the bastard really cared about him the same way Mick had always cared about him.
"They wont be forgotten." Mick answered gruffly, compensating for the emotion he could feel building in his voice. "Not as long as I have them up here." He added, pointer finger moving up to tap the side of his head. He allowed for one short moment of silence to fall between them before Mick downed the rest of his drink and let the empty glass clatter down on the bar. That was about as much touchy feely as he would allow himself to get at the moment. The alcohol barely having time to set in. With one swift motion Mick had moved to pick himself up off the bar stool and stride over to the nearest wall where a couple of pool sticks were hung. "Whatdya say?" He asked, walking back over to extend one of the sticks towards Len in question. "For old time sake?"