It was a quiet day. Odd enough, for once you and Mickey had nothing to do due to the widely unexpected rain. Neither you nor him were complaining, though. Your cars needed washed anyways.

Mickey was buried into your side on the couch in the living room you both shared in your tiny but cozy and big enough home. Of course, you had no choice but to deal with him binge watching Star Trek for the 40th time.

He idly twirled a strand of your hair, his eyes heavy lidded as he stared at the television.