Mick's hand doesn't leave his partner's ankle often. Just a grounding touch, feeling warm skin beneath his hand. It's just the two of them tonight and it couldn't possibly get much better than this.

But he's not going to let his partner get a crick in his neck by sleeping on the couch so once the last movie is over he flicks off the television and pokes at Lenny's ankle. "Hey. C'mon, let's go to bed."