"Not that weird," he answers. Mick would hold him like this forever if he could, stand between everything that tries to come at Lenny and kick it all back. Keep him safe. Anything so he could feel the warm press of his body beside him, watch those walls come down and just watch him be Lenny. The kid he fell for.

When Mick leans in for that kiss, he does it slow enough to give him plenty of time to call a halt to things. Nothing too intense this time, just a warm press of lips. Softer than what they had shared at the bar.