Moderately Creepy but Hugely Angsty Mansion, Thursday Morning

Mike was almost back up to a hundred percent after the fiasco of the holiday season. Almost. Close enough that he could fake it. He still had no clue what the fuck had happened to make the mood in the house the way it was. He'd been too busy to find out, anyway. A lot of work, fixing stuff off the island.

But not today. He'd rolled out of bed, taken a shower, done all his usual stuff before lumbering into the kitchen for coffee and an apple or something for breakfast. He sat down with his mug and got his phone out, sighing as he thumbed through his contact lists and texts. He still had a few unanswered voicemails from Ruby, from when he'd bailed on her before she'd woken up. He knew he really needed to get back to her and apologize, even if he just wanted to forget the whole thing had happened.

Hence the almost, up there.

[ooc: Open post!]