Mitchell tended to linger, he held onto things, because they'd helped make him the man he was. Pherson had shaped him just the same as anyone else, probably more than most. Pherson had been his archenemy after all. His other half, really. Suzanne had changed the board entirely, Pherson had played along.

"What, you expected a tearful reunion?" He held the gun for another moment, before slowly, very slowly, he lowered it.

He flipped the safety, and slid it into the waistband of his pants. And then he crossed his arms, nodding at the still open door. "Animals outside, close the door, and then tell me what the shit you want before I decide maybe the offer does look pretty good right now."