Living with Leonard is just as nice as Mick thought it would be. There are patterns and routines that are easy to fall into. No waking him up early so he can dash home and even better, no late nights pounding on his door for help because Lewis had taken his fists to him. He's content like this.

Working out was the best way to clear his head, something he'd learned during his first stint in juvie long before Leonard Snart had come into his life. It helped to calm him down and center him. The easy rhythm of his gloves on the heavy bag as the rest of the world fell away. Weights in motion.

It made him broad and strong and he could use that strength to protect Lenny. Hell, he'd used that strength to protect him lots of times already.

What he didn't expect was the way that he'd catch him watching when he was about done. Glances that lingered a little too long and it was good. Set up a warm feeling of satisfaction in his chest. Lenny liked it.
.. and the day that he told him he could watch? Well. It had ended pretty well for both of them.

It doesn't bother him when he isn't watching as much as it doesn't bother him when he is. He's feeling good, loose limbed and warm and after a quick shower he makes for the kitchen, towel low around his hips. (Lisa had insisted after what she called The Incident that there was no more naked walking around).

He drops a kiss to the back of his neck, Leonard still sketching out stuff on a couple of different pads of paper. "Still workin on that?"