[The sound, whatever it is, doesn't exactly set Mickey at ease, but it helps. He wasn't really expecting this ploy to work, but it's an in, and Stephen's not pushing him away. Or not running away like he did in the dining hall, at least, or slamming the door in his face.
He shrugs and holds up the six-pack instead, moving for the door before Stephen can slam it shut, shouldering past him and into the room like an intrusive gnat.]
Want one? [He sets the pack down on the nearest surface and pops two cans out.] Heard you quit Barnes's dumbass fucking mini-ROTC thing.
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He shrugs and holds up the six-pack instead, moving for the door before Stephen can slam it shut, shouldering past him and into the room like an intrusive gnat.]
Want one? [He sets the pack down on the nearest surface and pops two cans out.] Heard you quit Barnes's dumbass fucking mini-ROTC thing.