"I don't know," he admits quietly. He doesn't know where to go from here or how to handle any of the inevitable fallout from it in the days and weeks to come. They can't just pretend nothing was ever said, any more than they can pretend nothing has changed.

He isn't sure what to say, but he knows he has to say something. But first? He moves from the chair to the couch, next to Mick. His fingers twitch and he reaches, pauses, and pulls back before finally reaching over again to wrap his fingers around Mick's. "I know it's the oldest line in the book, but-- you know it's not you, right? It's not... you didn't do anything, or not do something..." There's a huff of sound that manages to sound completely self-deprecating. "I just suck. I don't know, there- There's something wrong with me, I don't know," he shakes his head a little. "I'm still--" 'in love with you.', but his mouth moves wordlessly for a second and he tucks his chin toward his chest.

How did this ever seem easy? What had changed so much that made it hard for him to be himself, and express that, even around Mick? Leonard wishes he had the answer to that question so he could fix it, too. His eyes slide back up to Mick; if nothing else, he deserves to have this conversation face-to-face, no matter how hard it is for Leonard to get the words out. "You're my partner... always. Nothing changes that. Ever, okay? Nothing."