no fire that i can't spark
It's been a while since Mickey's poked around in here - well, this Mickey, anyway, you can never be too sure, and he rarely is, considering - though he looks significantly more comfortable than previous encounters. He's standing with his hands in the pockets of his warm-up jacket, considering a passing winged mouse. (It's purple.)
"...So--" he finally looks away to facilitate asking his question: "Say you were away from home for a while - a long while - and you come back and things aren't the same and nothing you do is really making it all work. How long do you keep trying before you shove off somewhere else and start over?" A beat. "And is it really that bad, staying here?"
"...So--" he finally looks away to facilitate asking his question: "Say you were away from home for a while - a long while - and you come back and things aren't the same and nothing you do is really making it all work. How long do you keep trying before you shove off somewhere else and start over?" A beat. "And is it really that bad, staying here?"