[Mickey rolls his eyes.]

Ian. Tall-ass redhead son of a bitch? Built like a Goddamn tree?

[He can't help but say it with a little pride. That's his tree. And despite himself, he finds himself opening up just enough to explain a little more:]

I dunno -- he's, like, one bad movie away from going stir-crazy up here sometimes. I figured maybe screwing around with those dumb sticks some might take the edge off.