Rabbit's fingers anchored themselves firmly against Mickey's arm and he popped his thumb in his mouth the way he usually did when he was sleepy or needed comfort, this time the former not the latter.
"Thanks Mickey." he said gratefully if drowsily. He mumbled something about what they'd do together when they found NAME, some of the things he said a little disturbing. He drifted off quickly, utterly shattered by everything he'd been through and lulled by the motion of the truck, the new clean and warm shirt he was in and the warmth and comfort he was lying against. Puppy was behind him, his new friend safe within arm's reach - he was asleep and still murmuring to himself in a moment.