Mick's shirt has disappeared, and he's looking to do the same with Leonard's. And even as careful as Mick is trying to be, years-deep instincts to look at every twitch or blink and read it as words, learning to translate even the smallest of microexpressions into good or bad responses before pushing further, all the heavy efforts he put in to learn every tell or cue Leonard had, there is a bit of a frenzied rush to the moment all the same.
Leonard doesn't hesitate to help him, pushing away enough from the wall still solidly behind him to give Mick the space necessary to help him slip the shirt over his head, discarded somewhere on the floor. He doesn't let anything as solid as a thought form in his mind before he slides slender, nimble fingers across Mick's chest. Nerves are settling somewhere low in his stomach, but it's not the sort that could take over or ruin anything, it's the same feeling he gets before a job, like everything is on fire in the best way.
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Date: 2018-12-27 03:40 am (UTC)Leonard doesn't hesitate to help him, pushing away enough from the wall still solidly behind him to give Mick the space necessary to help him slip the shirt over his head, discarded somewhere on the floor. He doesn't let anything as solid as a thought form in his mind before he slides slender, nimble fingers across Mick's chest. Nerves are settling somewhere low in his stomach, but it's not the sort that could take over or ruin anything, it's the same feeling he gets before a job, like everything is on fire in the best way.