He can't light a fire, nothing big enough to soothe him. They're in between jobs right now and they don't need the attention. Mick fiddles with his lighter but it simply isn't right, it isn't enough. Idly his fingers pass through the flame.

He has to get out.

Mick gets to his feet, heading back to the bedroom to collect his wallet and grab his coat. "'m going out for a while," he announces, fully expecting Leonard to stay right where he is with his book.

I'm sorry.