Comfortable and safe aren't words often used when you live the life Leonard Snart does. Constantly on guard. Always watching, waiting, it's no wonder that his mind is pretty much always on overdrive. So when he associates those words with Mick? That sets up something warm and a little wonderful in his chest. Something almost like hope.

He allows Lenny to take his hand back, watching him fold in on himself before shifting a little closer on the couch. Mick's own fingers twitch, wanting to pull him in closer but he holds back.

"Hey." A beat. "Leonard." Using his full name in the hope of tugging him out of whatever thoughts are spiraling in his head. "You're not gonna lose me. Not now. Not ever." A promise he'll keep for the rest of his damn life. "If you don't want me bein' with anyone else like at that bar? I won't."

"I just.." he shakes his head. "Only ever wanted you anyway."