When Mick came back he was soaked, his hair was wet and he was shivering a little. It really was cold water in that damn apartment and it sprayed him twice but it was a job well done. He nodded approvingly that Hartley was still here and just appeared to be playing with the boy, much better than Axel, who had held the boy and watched TV the whole time, unsure what to do. Honestly, young people these days. No idea how to nurture a baby. He tossed a ten from his handful of bills and it fluttered towards Hartley. Payment as promised.

Mick pulled his wet shirt off, his torso slightly burnt in places, much like his arms, but otherwise he was pretty solid. Someone who it wasn't wise to pick a fight with. "I'll take my boy back when I'm dry. Thanks, kid." He disappeared into the bathroom, snagging a change of clothes as he walked by. Teddy giggled excitedly and started pointing at the bathroom, babbling something about 'da' to Hartley.

When Mick came back, he was dry, fresh and looking a lot less grumpy. "Ah, there's my boy. You getting along with -- wait, what was your name?" He forgot to ask.