Mickey could feel it in his chest, that warm feeling of belonging, of being loved for what he was. Leon loved him, and Mickey loved Leon. The djinn had never expected him to be the one to put a whole lot of stock into something as grand and sweeping as love -- something that, of course, wasn't meant for someone like him -- but here he was. In loved and beloved.
It made the hurt of the following words sting a lot less. Mickey was a romantic at heart, but he knew Leon's words - as hard to swallow as they were - contained wisdom. Leon, above all things, knew himself. He knew when things would go to for.
Mickey wasn't entirely satisfied just yet, however. "If... What does that make us then? Nothing more than a 'some day'?"