Mick blinks. This was not what he had expected at all. He had expected Len to laugh or storm out or tell him to forget about it. Not to... basically admit he feels the same way. At least that is what Mick thinks he is saying. Mick's heart skips a beat or two as his brain starts rebooting. Len feels the same way. Fuck. He has no idea what to do with this information.

Well, his mind doesn't, but the rest of him does. Mick reaches out to pull Len in, his grip gentle like he is terrified of breaking Len, or breaking this moment. Then he leans down to kiss him. It is a sloppy nervous kiss but a kiss none the less.