He nods a little, "All right, I'll let you know." He says with a swig of his beer.

The next comment throws him off. Enough that he actually glances at Mick, the tiny shock of surprise he's feeling showing a little too plainly for a short-lived second. "Thanks..." The word is awkward, stilted, and has a ton of unasked questions attached. Like why he left. What happened. Where is he staying now.

Not a single one manages to make it last his lips, though.
And his chest squeezes like a vice.