"'Cause you're good to me, Mick." He says softly, smiling a little as he eases into sleep finally. Leonard doesn't move or stop his fingers trailing through Mick's hair while he sleeps, hoping it helps him stay that way.
Of course, he barely manages a decent nap because his lungs decide to give him a fit.
Leonard hates when Lisa is sick, because there's so little he can actually do to fix it. He can feed her when she's hungry, and get her blankets or medicine when they're needed, but otherwise, the whole ordeal is just utterly helpless.
He feels the same way sitting here, watching Mick curl in on himself after the coughing settles for the time being. He can't stop it. He can't make him feel better. And he hates it.
Leonard reaches over to gently run a hand down Mick's back and up, between his shoulder blades and back in the same cycle again. "You want some of the cough medicine I brought?" It's not much, not nearly enough, but it's one thing he can offer right now.
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Of course, he barely manages a decent nap because his lungs decide to give him a fit.
Leonard hates when Lisa is sick, because there's so little he can actually do to fix it. He can feed her when she's hungry, and get her blankets or medicine when they're needed, but otherwise, the whole ordeal is just utterly helpless.
He feels the same way sitting here, watching Mick curl in on himself after the coughing settles for the time being. He can't stop it. He can't make him feel better. And he hates it.
Leonard reaches over to gently run a hand down Mick's back and up, between his shoulder blades and back in the same cycle again. "You want some of the cough medicine I brought?" It's not much, not nearly enough, but it's one thing he can offer right now.