"Yeah Lenny. I'm sure," he reassures him even as Lenny is still all but vibrating with tension on the couch. Fidgeting. Bouncing his knees. Mick's hand creeps over to rest on a knee. A gentle, grounding sort of touch. Something he hopes will help.

"Well I have. Christ Lenny, I've been thinking about it since we were in juvie." He rubs the back of his neck. "Wanting you. But I never thought.. I never thought you wanted me back. That you were even.." a restless shift, "into guys."