He scrubs up twice and uses all the hot water he can stand, finally washing away the last stale smells of jail before pulling on clean clothes that are his. Soft and comfortable, if a little on the ratty side.
The sight on the couch? Damn. That's a welcome one and Mick wishes he could just sear that image into his mind forever. Lenny curled up in his spot on the couch, food on the table and that smile he loves so much. It made the last ten months worth it.
"Feel a hell of a lot more human," he agrees with an easy smile, dropping to sit beside him. Mick doesn't reach out, but he does rest a hand lightly on his partner's ankle as he eats. Remembers how to breathe.
Leonard is so happy to have Mick home again. It's been an incredibly long ten months and finally things feel right in his world again. He'd made arrangements for Lisa to stay with their grandfather for the night because he wanted one night with Mick completely to himself, without having to cut and run halfway through or having to worry incessantly about his sister.
The night is relatively low-key and quiet. Just the two of them and some food and movies. But eventually, it's late, and the day has been exceptionally long and emotionally taxing--in positive ways, but taxing all the same. Leonard is half-asleep, his head on the arm of the couch, toes tucked under Mick's leg because his feet are cold and Mick is a human heater.
Mick's hand doesn't leave his partner's ankle often. Just a grounding touch, feeling warm skin beneath his hand. It's just the two of them tonight and it couldn't possibly get much better than this.
But he's not going to let his partner get a crick in his neck by sleeping on the couch so once the last movie is over he flicks off the television and pokes at Lenny's ankle. "Hey. C'mon, let's go to bed."
"Hm?' He questions in his half-asleep state, but it's only another moment before it clicks and he nods a little, "M'kay,' he mutters sleepily, getting to his feet and following Mick to the bedroom in the back. He all but collapses on the bed, exhauated.
He's quiet, though not yet asleep, and he shifts a little like he's trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, he's content enough to stop moving, close enough he can feel the heat from the body behind him. He blindly reaches until he feels his fingers close around Mick's wrist, tugging his arm over his own middle.
Leonard isn't like this often, but sometimes it's just necessary. And he needs to physically feel that presence next to him, wrapped around him, to remind himself today hasn't been a dream.
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Date: 2018-03-07 05:56 pm (UTC)The sight on the couch? Damn. That's a welcome one and Mick wishes he could just sear that image into his mind forever. Lenny curled up in his spot on the couch, food on the table and that smile he loves so much.
It made the last ten months worth it.
"Feel a hell of a lot more human," he agrees with an easy smile, dropping to sit beside him. Mick doesn't reach out, but he does rest a hand lightly on his partner's ankle as he eats. Remembers how to breathe.
He's finally home.
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Date: 2018-03-07 11:17 pm (UTC)The night is relatively low-key and quiet. Just the two of them and some food and movies. But eventually, it's late, and the day has been exceptionally long and emotionally taxing--in positive ways, but taxing all the same. Leonard is half-asleep, his head on the arm of the couch, toes tucked under Mick's leg because his feet are cold and Mick is a human heater.
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Date: 2018-03-08 02:42 pm (UTC)But he's not going to let his partner get a crick in his neck by sleeping on the couch so once the last movie is over he flicks off the television and pokes at Lenny's ankle. "Hey. C'mon, let's go to bed."
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Date: 2018-03-08 03:27 pm (UTC)He's quiet, though not yet asleep, and he shifts a little like he's trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, he's content enough to stop moving, close enough he can feel the heat from the body behind him. He blindly reaches until he feels his fingers close around Mick's wrist, tugging his arm over his own middle.
Leonard isn't like this often, but sometimes it's just necessary. And he needs to physically feel that presence next to him, wrapped around him, to remind himself today hasn't been a dream.