[The smile grows into a full grin, and he reaches behind him to rub at the dampness behind his hair, where his hair grew fuller and it was slower to dry.

He sits down on the bed next to Chuck, looking at the bobblehead on the bedside table.] That's alright. We can send Mutt to fetch it when that happens. Right? Whossa good girl?

[He pats Mutt on the head very lightly, just enough to make its head tilts sideways as if it were a real dog, reacting to its owner's cooing. He moves his weight onto his wrists, and the strain on his shoulders is immediately noticeable to Mike. They could really use some rest.]

I'm still too awake, but we should try and catch some z's. Otherwise we'll be way too tired tomorrow.