Mickey needs another pause to think. He's an adult now, at least by his world's standards, so the pining for parents isn't as strong as it once was. He has to cross his arms, tilt his head, and mull the question over.

"... No." He finally admits. "I mean, it's nice... I wish I had somethin' like it... but it's not perfect because it's not mine. It's yours. We've got different lives, and at least for me, I'm happy with the way things are. I shouldn't go wishin' for stuff that belongs to someone else."