"Good. Don't. It's not in your best interest." Mick came over and turned off the stove before he reached out and offered Teddy to Hartley. He helped the kid hold the baby, making sure he was going it correctly and adjusting how he was holding him until he was all settle. "He should be fine for food, he just had a bottle so keep him company. Talk to him, he loves talking." Mick tickled Teddy's cheek and the boy squealed in delight, slapping his hands together and looked up at Hartley with wide, curious eyes.

Then he tried to grab the glasses. Of course he did, they were shiny. "Okay, like I said, half an hour." Mick moved across the room and unlocked a nearby storage unit, raiding for his tools. That's how he made his extra money, he was the buildings tempt handy man. He picked up his box and moved to the door. "Don't fuck up." And those were his parting words before he closed the door.