"Oh. Okay..." is the only, dumb thing he can manage yo force out of his mouth at that piece of information. It's nothing like what he would have ever wanted between them. Not what it was supposed to be, what they'd planned for literal years. But it isn't Mick leaving, either m, and maybe that's more of a comfort than he wants to admit.

He finishes off the rest of what's left of his beer and flags down the bartender for another one. He needs a lot more where that came from.