He leans up and kisses him, a soft, slow thing, lingering with the need to remind him that he's still the same person that Leonard fell so hard for years ago. He slides both hands up to cup his face in his hands, trying to convey what he feels through the touches his partner craves.

Eventually, his hands wander back down to the hem of his shirt, pushing the offending material out of the way. Once his shirt is discarded to the floor, Leonard takes in the sight of the marred skin. His arms saw the worst of it, but there's a map of scars down his chest and around his ribs, too. This is the closest and longest look he's had at the results of the control he lost all grip on; Mick hasn't really let him see before. He understands why, and he understands the re-gifted trust this places between them all over again.

Slender, nimble fingers trace the map of scars down his arm down toward his chest, careful to stay in the balance between gentle and pressure-- he'll won't hurt him, but Leonard refuses to treat Mick like he's breakable. He's anything but, and the lines tracing across his skin are just another piece to that story.

Mick's are different to Leonard's own scars, rough and raised against his skin in a sharp reminder of the very different ways they earned them.

After a moment, his gaze slides easily back to Mick's face. Nothing changes.

He kisses him again, fingertips of one hand on Mick's cheek, which eventually slide down and across his chest as Leonard moves to trail kisses across his jaw and down the side of Mick's neck. I love you. He makes sure to nip gently at his ear, always a little amused about how easily he can get reactions from that spot.

He inches down slowly, careful to take his time to follow the map against his ribs. Every part of you.