In all honesty, Mick is far too young to acquire the kind of ego to take over an entire apartment building, small though it may be. He's in 201, and he's left the door wide open.
In fact, that's him peeking out the door right now.
"Hey." He gives Sherlock a nod and a small but not entirely self-assured smile. New faces usually mean introductions, and he's getting less and less fond of playing the poster boy for Harmless Vampire Monthly. With the turnover rate of this wretched (but sometimes awesome) place, it got old faster than he'd expected.
It's easier to think about your own petty problems rather than the sympathy pangs or phantom pains you get when seeing a new kind of injury for the very first time.
Funny how you get to a point where you think you've seen it all, and you wish for something new, something different. And then you get it, you really wish you hadn't been so ignorant.
"I made coffee. Lemonade for you, Scott. Door's wide open, so, uh." He shrugs, and his eyebrows do a bit of a jump to emphasize it. "Come right in?"
[location: Mick's place]
In fact, that's him peeking out the door right now.
"Hey." He gives Sherlock a nod and a small but not entirely self-assured smile. New faces usually mean introductions, and he's getting less and less fond of playing the poster boy for Harmless Vampire Monthly. With the turnover rate of this wretched (but sometimes awesome) place, it got old faster than he'd expected.
It's easier to think about your own petty problems rather than the sympathy pangs or phantom pains you get when seeing a new kind of injury for the very first time.
Funny how you get to a point where you think you've seen it all, and you wish for something new, something different. And then you get it, you really wish you hadn't been so ignorant.
"I made coffee. Lemonade for you, Scott. Door's wide open, so, uh." He shrugs, and his eyebrows do a bit of a jump to emphasize it. "Come right in?"