Mick almost wishes that Leonard had gotten angry, had picked some kind of fight. It would be easier than this.. mess. The kitchen is a wash of awkwardly uncomfortable tension and a part of him is tempted to just walk away before he goes and makes shit worse.

Again.

"Oh." He shoves the food back into the refrigerator. Suddenly he's not hungry and it at least gives him something to do with his hands. It doesn't last long and Mick doesn't look at Leonard when he speaks.

"'m sorry."