[Sounds like Mike is back to his good ol' self again. Texas closes the distance between them and leans on the car, arms folded across his chest.]

Ah, don't worry 'bout it. Texas knows it wasn't you. Just wish I could'a snapped you out of it when I had the chance. [For a brief moment, he's silent while he taps a finger against his bicep. Then he looks up at Mike.]

What about you? You okay?