myheadisaprison | {I might be lost, but I'm not a lost cause

"Lenny."

Mick scrubs at his face. He's too drunk for a conversation like this but if they're gonna have it, he's going to try and think straight. "I ain't mad okay?" God if that's one thing he could ever get him to stop thinking it would be that. Like one day he'd ever get angry enough to hurt him or even think about leaving.

"I dunno. I just know you're everything to me. Everything." A huff. "I didn't exactly grow up knowing what it was. But.. you're everything to me. I don't want anybody else like I want you."

He manages a small, almost rueful smile at that exasperated sigh of his name. It's a thing he's gotten used to. He brings that out in people, but it's never really so bad with Mick. Leonard knows he gets frustrated with how in-depth he gets about things sometimes, but he never acts like it's not worth getting into, even if he doesn't necessarily feel like it. He always takes the time to settle Leonard's mind.

"Okay..." he relents to that fact, at least. If Mick says he isn't mad, he'll believe him. And he takes it as an invitation, too. He reaches carefully for Mick's hand again, and this time, he doesn't stop himself.

He ducks his head a little, borderline shy at the declaration that he's everything to the other boy. It's one of those things that makes his heart stutter in his chest and an army of butterflies try to fight for dominance in his stomach. "Sounds...pretty close to me..." He says, looking back up at him, a small smile on his lips.

"I think...um..." He shakes his head a little to clear his thoughts. "I mean, can we...just start over?" A beat and his widen a little as he realizes how that might sound. "I mean. Tonight. The-- before. This was a pretty good night, wasn't it? Can we just...start over. From when you said--" His heart skips a beat as he thinks about it, a smile trying to twitch at the corner of his mouth. "what you said...." And this time, he won't screw it up.

Mick takes the time because Lenny deserves it. He needs it. For someone to stop and go over something with him again until he's clear on the matter, long before it gets all tangled up in his head into something bigger and messier. He takes the time because Leonard always takes the time for him too.

Their fingers thread together and Mick's heart is in complete freefall. If it isn't what normal people consider love who cares? He loves him. He would do anything for his partner. He loves moments like this and he loves more complex ones, watching Lenny work on a plan or just sit there and read a book.

Mick leans to kiss the corner of his mouth, the one trying hard to quirk as he stammers around trying to tell him what he wants. "When I said I love you," he supplies. "Yeah, yeah Lenny I'd like that a lot." And he uses their joined hands to tug him back down onto the bed with him, setling in and letting Leonard have his hand to fiddle with again.

"Yeah," he huffs, a soft, amused sound at hearing those words again. Oh, he likes the way that feels. He laughs as Mick tugs him back down next to him, a genuinely happy sound that he rarely comes by.

He turns against him and slides up Mick's chest to catch his lips again. He may not be ready to put anything in words, but he refuses to let Mick think he doesn't feel it, too.

That sound draws a chuckle from him as well - he hears it so rarely and always does his damndest to commit it to memory. Moments when Lenny is relaxed and content with him.

He hums into the kiss, hand light on the back of his neck. Lenny doesn't have to say it. He doesn't have to say anything because Mick knows. He shows it in every careful touch, in every little smile that's only for him, in the ways that he lets Mick take care of him.

{I might be lost, but I'm not a lost cause

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