[ they've never been touchy-feely, him and mick. too much in their backgrounds and their necessary images for it to work. but their hands meeting and fingers linking (a holy palmer's kiss, his brain supplies) feels right. feels a bit like coming home, even. the roughness of mick's voice and the steady presence of sara envelop him. the uncomfortable feeling of lacking something is still there but it's eased. not as present as it was at the first suggestion of the three of them together in more than a sleepy pile.
with a shaky exhale, leonard lists to the side, leaning into mick as his free hand comes to settle on sara's thigh. it's more contact than he's initiated with anyone in a long while, but it feels right in the moment. ]
I'm not drunk enough for this shit, [ he mutters, only half-serious. ] Let's just... sleep and deal with this later.
[ it's not the best plan ever, but if he has to deal with his emotions and issues-with-a-capital-i anymore tonight, he just might do something he'll regret. ]
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with a shaky exhale, leonard lists to the side, leaning into mick as his free hand comes to settle on sara's thigh. it's more contact than he's initiated with anyone in a long while, but it feels right in the moment. ]
I'm not drunk enough for this shit, [ he mutters, only half-serious. ] Let's just... sleep and deal with this later.
[ it's not the best plan ever, but if he has to deal with his emotions and issues-with-a-capital-i anymore tonight, he just might do something he'll regret. ]