He orders a random smattering of things--pizza, wings, the works--because he knows the fridge is empty and an abundance of food tonight means Mick can still eat for a few days while he tries to figure out a job.

He's shoved into his spot in the corner of the couch, legs curled to one side of him when Mick finally emerges from the shower. There's already a spread of food on the table, and Leonard has put in one of those ninja movies Mick likes so much. He glances up and can't stop the smile that slides across his face. "Think you got all the jail offa you now?"