"Ok." And it's as simple as that because it isn't a dismissal as much as a promise for later. Mick doesn't argue or gripe about it because he knows that once Leonard had worked it all out in his head he'd come and find him and there would be heat and touch and closeness.

So he moves off, towel barely around him as he rummages in the fridge for a bite to eat. Leftover chicken and cheese and an apple. Not much but it'll fill him up.

He doesn't even think about the way the towel shifts or how he should probably at least grab his shorts. Lenny is deep in thought and he's hungry. Clothes will come soon enough.