Leonard didn't make it far into the room. Closed and locked the door and pretty well slid down the wall to the floor. His knees are tucked toward his chest, elbows resting on his knees as he presses his palms against his eyes. He has to remember how to breathe, but it's hard in the middle of all of this.

"Lenny?"

That voice suddenly coming from the other side of the door startles a gasp out of him and he squeezes his eyes shut. "Mick, I can't." Can't, what? Talk? Breathe? Deal with him right now? Maybe a little of all of it, but he doesn't clarify and Mick is willing to interpret that any damn way he pleases.