He looks up abruptly, close to startled, though he should have heard Tom's approaching footsteps minutes before. He lets himself get lost in his own head more easily these days.

Getting soft. And maybe that's not entirely a bad thing.

He's got his stuff. Something in Mike's chest uncoils and it's like he can breathe more deeply. "Okay," he says, hazarding a tiny smile of his own and glancing at the items in Tom's arms. "And what're you gonna do with it?"