Guilt flares hot in the pit of his stomach at the look on his face. Other people might hurt Leonard but never him. He's supposed to be the one looking out for him. Protecting him when he can.

Mick closes the distance between them. Rests his hands on Leonard's elbows because he can't reach his hands and he wants some kind of contact to make damn sure that there are no misunderstandings this time. "No. Jesus Christ no Lenny. I'd kidnap both of you out of that house forever if I could. Run and never look back." But that's not what Leonard wants.

"But I don't want to be the reason your old man gives you more shit." His hands squeeze briefly. "If you want me there, you know I'll come."