Mickey froze when he jerked away, moving in slow motion to shove his hands back into his pockets and sidle away before silently leading the way to the train again. Music rose in his mind and he sang under his breath, voice cracking on the falsetto notes of a pop starlet's soaring range.
He didn't speak again, just led the way to the rail, stating the stop in a low voice before he found a seat and let the information flow wash over him and block out everything else.