If Mick thought that text would actually keep Leonard away, he has another thing coming. To his doorstep, specifically, roughly an hour or so later. He's heard about the so-called plague going around lately and he knows it's been particularly rough for people ending up with the flu this year. No way is he letting Mick deal with Death Plague Flu on his own.
He lets himself in with the key Mick had given him months ago. He rarely actually uses it because habit keeps him knocking on the door, but this is kind of a special case. He's not about to put up with objections from the other side of the door.
The apartment is shrouded in darkness, blinds drawn, which says Mick's got the killer variety of headaches, and it's quiet, but there is still a soft murmur of the tv coming from the back room. Whether he's awake right now or it can't be determined because the guy sleeps like the dead on a regular day, Leonard can only imagine how much harder he falls under while sick.
He locks the door behind him out of habit and sets a bag on the counter-- nothing fancy, couple cans of different soups, a few bottles of water, cough drops, and some basic OTC meds. Look. He's just being prepared, not like he's fretting or something. Don't judge him.
Once everything is where he'll know and at easy access, he moves quietly through the apartment toward the bedroom in the back, hanging in the doorway, trying to determine if he was awake or not, so he could just let him keep sleeping, if he wasn't.
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Date: 2018-02-10 11:54 pm (UTC)He lets himself in with the key Mick had given him months ago. He rarely actually uses it because habit keeps him knocking on the door, but this is kind of a special case. He's not about to put up with objections from the other side of the door.
The apartment is shrouded in darkness, blinds drawn, which says Mick's got the killer variety of headaches, and it's quiet, but there is still a soft murmur of the tv coming from the back room. Whether he's awake right now or it can't be determined because the guy sleeps like the dead on a regular day, Leonard can only imagine how much harder he falls under while sick.
He locks the door behind him out of habit and sets a bag on the counter-- nothing fancy, couple cans of different soups, a few bottles of water, cough drops, and some basic OTC meds. Look. He's just being prepared, not like he's fretting or something. Don't judge him.
Once everything is where he'll know and at easy access, he moves quietly through the apartment toward the bedroom in the back, hanging in the doorway, trying to determine if he was awake or not, so he could just let him keep sleeping, if he wasn't.