Mick will wait. He will wait as long as he has to.
The feeling of something as simple and stupid as holding hands sends his pulse skittering and he offers him a small smile as he sits back, their hands still tangled together.

He wants to touch. To taste. To show Leonard in every way how important he is to him. How much he loves him. But because it's Leonard Mick will wait.
It'll be okay. He can wait.
They can figure this out together.

"Go ahead and pick a movie," he offers, voice quiet and fond.