Adjusting to a new planet filled with dinosaurs, which seemingly had no rules about death and time, wasn't the hard part. It was adjusting to a more domestic life that Mick found himself having trouble wrapping his head around. It had taken a couple solid weeks of drinking himself to sleep each night and finding ways to busy himself during the day before he'd finally broke down and got himself a job. Nothing fancy or too demanding, just a part time job down at the local Auto Shop. It was more for something to do rather than for the money. Although it wouldn't be long before the money he and Len stole when he'd first arrived would run out. Both having agreed there were only so many times they could rob the same bank before someone caught on.
In addition to working, Mick had also started hitting the gym again. A habit he'd formed from his years spent in prison, but a practical one nonetheless. It helped to keep his mind focused, and his body fit; both of which kept him in a much better mood in general. He was also making more of an effort to socialize. Something he probably never would have done before his time spent on the Waverider. Having found some like minded people to spend his time with, or rather fight with, as well as a few hero types that weren't all that bad to be around. Oddly enough, even his occasional hook ups with Ray were becoming part of a normal routine for him. Surprising even himself how much more often he preferred the others company these days to being on his own.
Things were still complicated with Len, though in a different way than they had been before. Despite being the most open with each other they had been in 30 years, they still had Len's pending death back home looming over their heads. Questions about what came next that neither of them had the answers to. Aside from that, Mick was still a little unsure how to share Len without being either too possessive, which was his nature, or too aloof, which was his defensive default. It was a struggle he kept mostly to himself about.
Which was why getting a text from Len that evening had him cocking a crooked grin in response; even if no one was around to see it. His partner knowing just how to peek his interest enough to make him pick up his pace and finish up the busted car part he'd been working on all afternoon. Now Mick being Mick, his brain automatically went in the gutter when the other had mentioned a surprise for him back at his apartment. Arriving home about 20 minuets later, only to find his door was already unlocked. He pushed it open and to his slight disappointment, Len was sitting fully clothed on his couch, with a jacket no less, and something furry balled up in his lap.
There was a long pause where Mick just stood at the door, staring at the little ball of fluff until it's head popped up and he could make out what the tiny creature was. Though he found himself asking the question regardless. "Is that-Is that a kitten?"