What Mick wouldn't give for those old days. For the days when Leonard would come easily to him, teasing smiles, laughter pressed into skin and limbs tangled together after as they rode out that euphoria together. Days when they didn't have to have awkward moments like this. Days when Leonard wouldn't have to ask what he was up to because he would have already known.

A jerk of a shoulder. "Jobs here and there. Nothin special." Fights, acting as muscle, ignoring comments about his worth or his intelligence.

"Usual." Nothing special.
Like him.