Mickey nodded, holding Rabbit with ease, even more than a normal person might. He reached into his pocket to message Noel, let her know they were coming, so as not to shock the woman with the broken boy. He grabbed his tool box once he'd tucked the phone away, then headed towards his truck. The box went in the back and he dropped the tailgate for the dog, waiting for it to jump up. The affection from Rabbit felt both good and bad, knowing full well the small thing shouldn't be giving it so easily, but also missing and craving that sort of contact in general.