Trust. Even something like jealousy.
Christ. The words mean everything to Mick, as evidenced in the fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips even as Lenny sinks in against him.

"Ain't nothing wrong with that," he promises. "But I don't know what to do now. Can I, can I just put my arm around you?" Mick wants so much more but so far it's worked to treat Lenny like a skittish colt. Slow and easy.

He can try. For him.