Mick can't take much more of this. Sitting beside Leonard on the couch, stretched on the floor in front of the couch while his partner reads and Mick is itching for touch. Desperate. Anything. God all he needs are those fingers on his skin to ground him and soothe away the static in his head.
Still. Leonard won't touch and Mick is going to crawl right out of his skin in his desperation. In his despair.
He doesn't want to follow through on their "agreement". He doesn't.
But he's so lonely. He's so lonely it's gonna kill him. But even still Mick won't beg for it. He won't. Leonard won't understand and he'll be damned if he gives him ammunition for their next fight.
He hates this. He hates himself for being so damn weak. Just like his old man always said. Too stupid. Too needy. Too weak.
I'm Burning for you..
Sitting beside Leonard on the couch, stretched on the floor in front of the couch while his partner reads and Mick is itching for touch. Desperate. Anything. God all he needs are those fingers on his skin to ground him and soothe away the static in his head.
Still. Leonard won't touch and Mick is going to crawl right out of his skin in his desperation. In his despair.
He doesn't want to follow through on their "agreement".
He doesn't.
But he's so lonely.
He's so lonely it's gonna kill him. But even still Mick won't beg for it. He won't. Leonard won't understand and he'll be damned if he gives him ammunition for their next fight.
He hates this.
He hates himself for being so damn weak. Just like his old man always said. Too stupid. Too needy. Too weak.