"Don't," he mumbles and catches Mick's wrist as he tries to brush by him, tugs enough to make him stop. Leonard's eyes slide up to meet his, "don't be sorry for something that-" he falters, the slightest bit before settling on the word, "helps." Maybe not the best word, but it's not exactly wrong, either. Tension in the air aside, Leonard sees it in everything down to his posture.

Or he did.

Before he spoke up and everything slammed back down on top of Mick's shoulders again. It makes something in his stomach twist as he considers that, in a way, he's the problem. "I mean, it was, until I--" he scoffs softly, no ounce of amusement in the sound at all and lets his hand drop down to his side again. "It's okay," he says quietly, and his voice drops even lower with the next words that come. "it's not cheating."