"We'll figure it out," He promises, looking up at him again. "I know you'd never do anything I'm not ready for. I...Mick, I trust you." Some words, he just doesn't use. Ever. And it makes an impact when it comes up. Trust is definitely one of those. Like safe and comfortable, earlier. Apparently, Mick gets all the rarities tonight.

"I'm not really great at that either," he admits, which he knows is not helping the point of this at all, but he thinks the only thing that will is being upfront. "That..." another vague motion with his hand. "thing... at the bar, I-- that's not me..." he gives an awkward scoff. "I don't know what happened. I just..."

Suddenly, mid-sentence, something dawns on him. "Actually, I... I think I was jealous." Which feels absolutely ridiculous to realize, and even more mortifying to admit. And it's an obvious kind of embarrassment he's feeling, as he almost sinks lower against Mick's side.