The leather jacket was perfect. Just the right damn size and Mick could pat himself on the back for that one alone. He'd pulled a hell of a lot of extra shifts to cover the money for that jacket and it was worth it as Lenny slid it on.

He'd just slipped the chocolates into the pocket because his partner had one hell of a sweet tooth.

Then he's asking a hesitant, unsure question and his own pulse kicks into high gear as he turns around to look at him. A duck of his head, a slight roll of a shoulder. Was it too much? Did he go too far?

"It, I just wanted to get you something nice, Lenny."
So yes then. A Valentine's day gift.