He scrubs up twice and uses all the hot water he can stand, finally washing away the last stale smells of jail before pulling on clean clothes that are his. Soft and comfortable, if a little on the ratty side.

The sight on the couch? Damn. That's a welcome one and Mick wishes he could just sear that image into his mind forever. Lenny curled up in his spot on the couch, food on the table and that smile he loves so much.
It made the last ten months worth it.

"Feel a hell of a lot more human," he agrees with an easy smile, dropping to sit beside him. Mick doesn't reach out, but he does rest a hand lightly on his partner's ankle as he eats. Remembers how to breathe.

He's finally home.