Leonard is still buzzing a little too hard off the success of the night to notice Mick's mood completely. Oh, he noticed that the firebug is a little more moody than usual, but he doesn't really connect the dots on the way back to their room for the night.

The door's shut and Leonard's about to ask Mick what he wants to do for dinner, since they sort of skipped that part of the evening for more important things, but he doesn't quite get the chance.

There's something to be said about a moment like this, so utterly reminiscent of the first time they were really like this, back in Chicago. And it's that thought, and the crushing weight of Mick's desperate, frenetic desire that threatens to buckle his knees completely. Fingers of both hands curl into the material of Mick's shirt, like that could keep him upright and he pushes up and into the kiss.