"Okay..." he echoes, nodding a bit. He doesn't even know how to take that last comment. Worth waiting for? Leonard's not so sure about that. But it's the kind of thing that comes out of Mick's mouth as easy as breathing, and it makes Leonard's heart stutter in his chest.
He smiles a little, at a bit of a loss of where to go from here, or what he should do or say. He moves his thumb across the edge of Mick's hand. It's a simple thing, a throwaway thing that's taken for granted by probably literally every other person on the planet, but it's so infrequent that he lets down any of his innumerable walls. And with Mick? There's barely a wall at all.
His movements are tentative, questioning, he's not really sure if this is okay, or if he should, but Leonard doesn't want to be driven by the nerves running a rampage through his body. Slowly, he shifts his position on the couch, curling closer to Mick's side. He never lets go of Mick's hand, thumb still tracing against it.
"So, juvie, huh?" he smirks slightly up at him. "When?"
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He smiles a little, at a bit of a loss of where to go from here, or what he should do or say. He moves his thumb across the edge of Mick's hand. It's a simple thing, a throwaway thing that's taken for granted by probably literally every other person on the planet, but it's so infrequent that he lets down any of his innumerable walls. And with Mick? There's barely a wall at all.
His movements are tentative, questioning, he's not really sure if this is okay, or if he should, but Leonard doesn't want to be driven by the nerves running a rampage through his body. Slowly, he shifts his position on the couch, curling closer to Mick's side. He never lets go of Mick's hand, thumb still tracing against it.
"So, juvie, huh?" he smirks slightly up at him. "When?"