Leonard doesn't talk much after that, unless Lisa wants to say something, because this whole night has become the most ridiculous mess that he doesn't know what to do with.

Once he's done with the food--she wasn't wrong in assuming he'd only eat half--he sighs and leans his head back against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling for a long moment. He looks over at Lisa and smiles a little, something humorless and a little sad. "I think I'm gonna try and sleep. Like you said."

Leonard knows he won't. Not until Mick gets home, at least. There's something about the empty space in the bed next to him that he can't handle. Even during a fight like the one they'd had tonight. Mick is the single most steady presence in his life outside of his sister and the lack of his presence is always obvious, and always hurts inside more than he would dare admit out loud.

But he can lay there and hope he falls asleep until then, anyway.