[ for a moment, len's still slightly inebriated brain hears "you" and understands "sara". in that moment the jealousy leaves him almost breathless. like at dinah's, when sara hinted she'd slept with mick before, he's not entirely sure which one he's jealous of. both, most likely.
it clicks after a few heartbeats that mick probably means both of them too. that--changes things. he tilts his head to the side and considers. he's well aware that sara and mick can probably see the gears turning in his head, but here in the darkness of dorms, he doesn't really mind.
what he does mind--and what makes his hand spasm a little against mick's arm--is the fact that he didn't think of it. if they were having this conversation somewhere else, it'd be different. 'cause in theory, he's all for it. but in a bed, crushed together, with the weight of some history leonard hasn't experienced pressing down on his shoulders? well, that feels a little like having his back against a wall.
intimacy has never been easy. he doesn't know why he thought this might be. ]
Well. [ he rests his forehead on the curve of sara's shoulder for the space of a heartbeat. gives mick's arm a little squeeze. ] Fit is a little tight. [ he sits up, swings his legs over until he's perched on the edge of the bed, bare feet flat on the carpet. ] And not in a good way.
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it clicks after a few heartbeats that mick probably means both of them too. that--changes things. he tilts his head to the side and considers. he's well aware that sara and mick can probably see the gears turning in his head, but here in the darkness of dorms, he doesn't really mind.
what he does mind--and what makes his hand spasm a little against mick's arm--is the fact that he didn't think of it. if they were having this conversation somewhere else, it'd be different. 'cause in theory, he's all for it. but in a bed, crushed together, with the weight of some history leonard hasn't experienced pressing down on his shoulders? well, that feels a little like having his back against a wall.
intimacy has never been easy. he doesn't know why he thought this might be. ]
Well. [ he rests his forehead on the curve of sara's shoulder for the space of a heartbeat. gives mick's arm a little squeeze. ] Fit is a little tight. [ he sits up, swings his legs over until he's perched on the edge of the bed, bare feet flat on the carpet. ] And not in a good way.