[ he can't help but suck in a sharp breath as mick tugs him closer, hand that's not behind his head reaching out to steady himself and landing on mick's forearm. he ends up almost plastered to sara's back. it's not something he would've done himself, but now that he's here, with her slotting into his space near perfectly, he decides not to glare at mick for it. ]

We could just steal one. [ he lets his fingertips ghost across the burn scars as he shifts just enough to make sure the arm he's laying on won't fall asleep. ] Might be an interesting challenge, trying to make out with a California King and boxspring.

[ leonard pauses. taps a finger against mick's arm and hums thoughtfully close to sara's ear. ] Think it's still called a California King if there's no California here?