[Mike arrives a few minutes later, having, maybe, possibly, just driven around the neighborhood once more--just in case, he'd thought. Of course there were no leads to be found, so here the are.
He exits his vehicle with an unintentional slam of the door, heading inside, hands pocketed as he hunches over. He stops short noticing Tex is still seated in T-Wrex, catching that sigh. After a few beats, Mike wanders over, putting on a strained smile before tapping at the window.]
You're not gonna find anyone on your dash, man. C'mon, you need to rest up.
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He exits his vehicle with an unintentional slam of the door, heading inside, hands pocketed as he hunches over. He stops short noticing Tex is still seated in T-Wrex, catching that sigh. After a few beats, Mike wanders over, putting on a strained smile before tapping at the window.]
You're not gonna find anyone on your dash, man. C'mon, you need to rest up.