Nah. He can deal with his own stuff. We're here because they have good service and really good chips.

[As if to prove his point, his drink is served without him having had to order, more ice cubes than would be normal. Of course. He takes a sip and waits for the waitress to be gone before focusing on Piper again properly.]

So, y'know when I came here and Mick turned out to be the alternate version of my world's Mick, with a radically different relationship to your version of me? [Talking about this won't get confusing at all.] That wasn't easy.