Right now it's enough to be free of there. The car is quiet with just the hum of the engine and the wind blowing by. He can breathe again. He's not on guard, not watching out for everything. He has Lenny beside him.

When they get back into the apartment and the door closes, Mick fiddles with the edge of his jacket for a moment, an aborted movement forward. "Lenny.. can I.. please?" Can he touch? He needs it so much right now, but he's going to try and at least remember to ask rather than just grabbing or assuming that it's okay.