[leonard mutters something about not being drunk enough for this and mick has to fight the urge to chuckle at the comment, lest he break the bit of peace they've managed to carve out in the middle of this too small place with too many unspoken feelings. he nods at the suggestion. sleep he can handle. they might end up kicking each other in the head, or maybe one of them will steal the covers, but it's not an activity that should cause any massive shifts in mood.
or he opes not anyway. analyzing it all hurts his head if he's being truthful.
sara proves to be the perfect distraction, her wicked grin beaming up at him and her words beckoning them both to come cuddle.
mick tosses a glance in leonard's direction, murmuring a quiet 'you comin'?' before he collapses back onto the bed, sighing as he settles against the pillows.]
I don't cuddle. [and yet he's already shifting to his side and reaching out for her] Better not snore, Lance, or I might accidentally kick you.
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or he opes not anyway. analyzing it all hurts his head if he's being truthful.
sara proves to be the perfect distraction, her wicked grin beaming up at him and her words beckoning them both to come cuddle.
mick tosses a glance in leonard's direction, murmuring a quiet 'you comin'?' before he collapses back onto the bed, sighing as he settles against the pillows.]
I don't cuddle. [and yet he's already shifting to his side and reaching out for her] Better not snore, Lance, or I might accidentally kick you.