The assurance only goes so far, though it does ease at least a fraction of the tension settling across his chest already. Everyone and everything else may still threaten to explode under the wrong circumstances, but Mick was okay with it. And that's what counted, right? That's the part that matters, the most.

"Are you s- I mean..." He's talking to the ground more than Mick, his head is kind of spinning and he can't sort out the right words in his head.

Carefully, he lifts his gaze to Mick's face again. "Can we.... go?" A beat and he realizes, belatedly, that's really vague and quickly adds. "To your place. I..." Can't process this here. Can't think, can't breathe here. It's too much, too many bodies in one space, too many eyes that might roam wrong. Almost like he thinks he's being too demanding, he even throws in a quiet, "Please?"