Mick was over forty years old now. There were questions and quandaries aplenty when it came to sex and sexuality, but Mick was mostly beyond all of them, now. Frankly, he was too damn old to care about what anyone else thought with regards to what he wanted, or when. He'd felt a sort of draw to Hartley during their interactions, and god knew Snart had been playing more of an aloof game as of late. Why not just put it out there that he was available to the younger man? An offer he could truly take or leave?

Mick lounged and inhaled pizza accordingly, not totally sure if Hartley's invitation was now for some simple companionship or an acceptance of his offer. It didn't much matter. If Hartley didn't give him some signal one way, it meant that his answer was the negative. It was simple; easy. Either way, it gave him pizza and reality TV.

"I liked the name," Mick explains simply, pocketing the remnants of some piece of pizza in his cheek. "Thought I was too dumb to remember that kind of thing, huh?"