[mick rolls his eyes and shoots a glare at len for that comment. could he try sleeping? sure. but the likelihood that that sleep will be rejuvinating is about as likely as snow in hell. so, he's certain that sleep is going to be the last thing he gets.

especially if sara's suggesting that he's the one who owes them an apology. puh-lease. he's more likely to kick them them both to the floor so he can coocoon in his sheets than apologize for what? for not offering to cuddle with them both before now?]

I don't do apologies, you both know that. And the digs here are shit. My old bed was bigger. [and since he's tired of pussyfooting around it all...] And maybe I just wanted something nicer than a dorm room before I hit you up for a little roll between the sheets.