Leonard curls up on his side, facing Mick and watching as he tugs his shirt off and settles on the bed next to him. He's quiet for a little while, trying to shut everything down and at least grab a couple hours of sleep before he has to get Lisa and himself back home. But it's hard to come down from that kind of height-- of panic, anxiety, anger, all mixed into a ball that forms a tight knot in his stomach.

"Think we'll really get this all figured out soon?" he asks quietly. Three years isn't long in the grand scheme of things, but it's long enough for Mick to have figured out that even when he tries, Leonard can't help but obsess about things sometimes, and where his sister and her safety are concerned, he's even worse. Which is probably understandable, but frustrating to deal with all the same.