[Ian turns on the stairs with a small smile, recognizing Mickey's body language and tone from a mile away. Leave it to him to assume to worst. As if there was any doubt Ian would want to stay with him.]

I'm down for it.

[His eyebrows furrow at the rest.]

Fuck you, a month? That's not possible. I'm still all banged up from kicking the shit out of your old man like a day ago.