[ with his face smashed into the pillow, only about half his smile is visible. but it's definitely there. even as mick swats him and len gives him a gentle kick in return before, thankfully, keeping his toes to himself. ]

You kickin' me out of bed? Damn. That must be a new record. [ and yet, he makes no move to leave. in fact, he lets his eyes close and his body relax into the mattress. not the best one he's ever slept on, but it's sure as hell better than a lot of other places he's stayed the night.

silence reigns for a long moment. to the casual observer, it might look like leonard's passed out mid-conversation. at least until, with his eyes still closed, he speaks again. this time on a completely different tangent. ] I can't decide if this is closer to how I envisioned heaven or hell.