Leonard always made holidays a big deal for Lisa, but that's about it. Personally, he couldn't care less for most of them.
Once he's looked over the lockpick set, he puts it aside and snatches the leather jacket off the table to try it on. Fucker. He could have punched him for getting this, Leonard knows exactly how much that pricetag read and some stores you just don't get five finger discounts with. "I can't decide if I should be impressed or concerned that you got the perfect size," he admits, sending Mick a smirk.
He leans one hip against the table and cocks his head slightly, squinting curiously at Mick for a moment. He idly grabs one of the chocolates and unwraps it. He eats like a bird most of the time, but he has a sweet-tooth from hell.
It's small. Such a tiny, insignificant thing, that could so easily be explained by the fact that all the candy in every store had been transformed for the holiday and it's all he could find. But. The chocolate he's about to pop in his mouth is definitely heart-shaped. And it gives him the slightest pause as he considers it all together, in one piece.
Gifts, completely tailored to things he'd desperately been wanting lately; chocolate...
Oh.
The soft crinkle of the wrapper in his own hand is what actually brings him fully back into the moment. "Di- did you--" There's something of a nervous scoff because he can't even bring himself to ask the question and the army of butterflies suddenly waging a war in his stomach are hard to think around. "Was this for...for Valentine's Day?"
Oh, God, if he was wrong, he was going to die standing here in Mick's kitchen.
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Date: 2018-02-15 03:19 am (UTC)Once he's looked over the lockpick set, he puts it aside and snatches the leather jacket off the table to try it on. Fucker. He could have punched him for getting this, Leonard knows exactly how much that pricetag read and some stores you just don't get five finger discounts with. "I can't decide if I should be impressed or concerned that you got the perfect size," he admits, sending Mick a smirk.
He leans one hip against the table and cocks his head slightly, squinting curiously at Mick for a moment. He idly grabs one of the chocolates and unwraps it. He eats like a bird most of the time, but he has a sweet-tooth from hell.
It's small.
Such a tiny, insignificant thing, that could so easily be explained by the fact that all the candy in every store had been transformed for the holiday and it's all he could find.
But.
The chocolate he's about to pop in his mouth is definitely heart-shaped. And it gives him the slightest pause as he considers it all together, in one piece.
Gifts, completely tailored to things he'd desperately been wanting lately; chocolate...
Oh.
The soft crinkle of the wrapper in his own hand is what actually brings him fully back into the moment. "Di- did you--" There's something of a nervous scoff because he can't even bring himself to ask the question and the army of butterflies suddenly waging a war in his stomach are hard to think around. "Was this for...for Valentine's Day?"
Oh, God, if he was wrong, he was going to die standing here in Mick's kitchen.