I've missed this.

[his confession is quiet. clearly in reference to planning a heist, because the press of three bodies together is most certainly a new sensation. len's fingers touch scars that he already knows all about. there's no need to explain them away, no need to glare and threaten death and dismemberment to someone who gets too curious. no, it's comfortable, leaving a surprising flood of warmth in its wake. or maybe that's the sound of sara's laughter, her shit eating grin, and the tangle of their legs that does it for him. he's not sure, if he's being perfectly honest though, it's likely both.

mick's hand drifts between len and sara, drawing lazy circles on her hip, scratching at the exposed bit of skin just above the waistband of his pants. he's tired even if his brain is whirring away.]

Distracting's right. I was planning on sleep and you both decided to interrupt. But I'm down with planning a little breaking and entering.Tomorrow, though.

First, you two owe me an apology. [the smile that crosses his face intended for both of them.] I'm not telling you how. Figure it out.