A quiet grunt at the attempted dark humor. It was how they got through hard moments like this. It was how they survived. Mick takes the bottle again, but doesn't yet bring it up to his lips. With his free hand, he scrubs at his head. He feels.. numb. Shocky.

"I dunno Lenny. I didn't even know he was alive and now he's gone again." But not just gone. Lincoln had sacrificed so Mick could stay because his partner needed him back.

Christ he hates time travel.