He shrugs again, not sure at all how to answer that question, as simple of one as it actually is. "I don't know," his eyes are on his own fingers trailing across Mick's arm, slow and careful, like maybe this is the wrong way to do this somehow. Slowly, his gaze slides back up toward Mick. "we can probably think of something."
Leonard isn't sure why all of those awful romcom movies Lisa makes him watch make this sort of thing look as easy as breathing. It isn't. Or maybe he's just not good at it. Either way, it's a little stilted and awkward.
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Leonard isn't sure why all of those awful romcom movies Lisa makes him watch make this sort of thing look as easy as breathing. It isn't. Or maybe he's just not good at it. Either way, it's a little stilted and awkward.