Just then, Leonard may not have cared at all, he has a pretty overwhelming urge to hug right now. But he won't. Maybe later, but not here. It's an easy slide of his fingers between the spaces in Mick's once he's in the car, though. No one can see that and Mick's hand is a comforting weight in his own.

"Hey," he answers back in a near-breathless sort of way. It was so good to see him, really see him; like he remembered what breathing was like, and like a piece that was missing was clicking back into the place it belonged.

He doesn't say anything else, just puts the car in drive and heads towards Mick's apartment.