Mike gets George down for his afternoon nap, then looks around, listening suspiciously to the silence of the house. Even when AJ is here, the house is never this quiet and he goes to find his wayward daughter. Or best friend, considering John is spending a few days with them while Taya travels around for ROH.
John is asleep on the living room couch, and Sara sits next to him, brushing nail polish onto his uninjured hand. Mike leans against the living room entrance and watches her with a small smirk. "Sara," he says when she's not at risk for jerking and putting polish all over John's fingers.
She squeaks and looks up at him, wide eyed. "Hey, daddy," she says, sheepishly scraping the excess polish off of the brush onto the side of the bottle. "What's up?"
"I was trying to figure out where my daughter went," he says, "Never guessed she'd be out here giving Uncle John a makeover."
"I thought maybe he'd like something nice to look at while he recovered," she says, examining John's hand.
"What's going on?" John mumbles, fingers flexing in Sara's hand. "Mike?"
"You should know better than to fall asleep in public in this household," Mike cracks, settling down next to Sara on the floor and examining his nails. "Gonna move your bad arm," he warns him, lifting his other hand so he can reach it. "This must be what Taya was talking about when she mentioned you were getting rehab for your abs."
John grimaces, squinting an eye open to stare at him. "Do what?"
Mike just chuckles and continues brushing polish over the hand Sara can't reach. "Purple is a good color for you," he says idly, careful to put things on evenly.
"Most colors are," John sighs, falling back asleep and leaving his hands' wellbeing to Mike and Sara.
Mike chuckles and shakes his head. "You'd think after all of these years in the wrestling business that he wouldn't be this trusting." But it works in his and Sara's favor as they giggle and continue to decorate his nails.