Rick portals into the citadel alone, having already put Mor-T to bed. He had at least 9 hours to make up his mind before his grandson woke up. He wasn’t going to let him wake up alone again.
Rick glances down at the paper in his hands.
He kept telling himself this was for Mor-T’s safety and it didn’t matter how he felt about it. But the little, distrusting voice at the back of the android’s head refused to stop reminding him that registering his morty, put him in danger of being used as a weapon.
Rick steps into a line of other Ricks in line to see an office Rick for one reason or another. The line was incredibly long, but at least Rick would have time to think on his descion. Though, he did hope one of the other Ricks or, preferably, Mortys would strike up a conversation to help him out.
