He steps inside, hands shoved in his jean pockets as he moves into the living room to perch on the arm of the couch like it's actually comfortable. "I'm good," he shakes his head a little at the offer. "Thanks, though."

He isn't even sure what he's doing here. But it'd been a week and he'd gone total cold shoulder on him and... Leonard wanted to fix it. Except things were weird. Because he was making them that way, probably, or it was all in his head, but still.

He doesn't even know what to say, so he kind of ends up just sitting there, weirdly pathetic-looking, with his lips pressed together, looking over at Mick, looking every bit as lost as he feels.