He sees it, and if he weren't so distracted he might have had a chance to notice it was on purpose. But as it is, all he sees is the towel slipping further down and there isn't a coherent thought I. his head.

He wants to focus, but he has been working steadily on this for days and maybe a break isn't the worst idea.

It's not such a linear process in his head, though. Mostly it's abandoning his work on the table and moving the handful of steps across the room to where Mick is standing. No words, just skilled fingers sliding up his back to his shoulders and down his arms as his lips brush against neck.