"Me either," he admits, tipping back the last of his beer and setting the bottle on the nearest flat surface. He's quiet awhile after that. Mostly trying to get his thoughts in a proper order and make the final decision of whether or not he could deal with this idea he's been sitting on in an attempt to solve this issue they're having more and more frequently.
He leans forward against his knees, a familiar stance that Mick has seen many times, and usually means he's preparing to try and discuss something uncomfortable. "What if I told you I have a potential solution to...this--" he waves one hand, not sure the word he's looking for. "Tactile problem." Great words, Leonard. A plus, really.
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Date: 2018-02-05 10:03 pm (UTC)He leans forward against his knees, a familiar stance that Mick has seen many times, and usually means he's preparing to try and discuss something uncomfortable. "What if I told you I have a potential solution to...this--" he waves one hand, not sure the word he's looking for. "Tactile problem." Great words, Leonard. A plus, really.