[And thank God. Mickey is technically still supposed to be healing up in the infirmary, and the extra set of arms he's sprouted on his end of the flood actually aren't helping all that much, but fuck it. He's worried, and this is easier than trying to come up with something useful to say on the spot.
He tries to get a shirt on, but eventually gives up and just lets the bandages wrapped around his shoulder and waist sub in as he limps up to the pub.]
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[And thank God. Mickey is technically still supposed to be healing up in the infirmary, and the extra set of arms he's sprouted on his end of the flood actually aren't helping all that much, but fuck it. He's worried, and this is easier than trying to come up with something useful to say on the spot.
He tries to get a shirt on, but eventually gives up and just lets the bandages wrapped around his shoulder and waist sub in as he limps up to the pub.]