God and all Mick wants to do is wrap his arms around him and haul Lenny out of that bar to make good on the promise behind the kiss even though he knows he can't. Shouldn't. The kiss was warm and perfect and clears away ages worth of doubt as he recalls how to breathe.

His hand will linger on his hip as long as he's able, until Leonard pulls away far enough that his hand will have to fall back.
His thoughts aren't on the bar goers or the potential that Lewis might care because his mind is soley focused on Leonard, on that kiss.

"It's.. um. It's okay Lenny," he promises. Mick is still a bit dazed, a bit startled that Leonard wanted him the same way that Mick has been wanting him for ages.