Yeah, yeah. [ leonard steps on the toes of his socks to help pull them off, then dumps his coat on top his little pile of belongings right in front of the window.
it's a good thing mick's here. not because it makes this whole intimacy in exchange for possibly getting his life back thing easier to swallow--though it does do that--but because this whole thing really would've sucked if len had just drunkenly broken into a stranger's apartment and crashed on their couch for a few hours like he'd originally been planning. you know. if he couldn't get into his own.
he shuffles over to the bed and waves a hand at it. ] Pick a side. [ since it's his bed and all.
len waits until mick gets back into the bed to slide in next to him. he settles down quickly in that way that very tired people and people who are used to sleeping rough do. and then he immediately presses his very cold toes to mick's shins.
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it's a good thing mick's here. not because it makes this whole intimacy in exchange for possibly getting his life back thing easier to swallow--though it does do that--but because this whole thing really would've sucked if len had just drunkenly broken into a stranger's apartment and crashed on their couch for a few hours like he'd originally been planning. you know. if he couldn't get into his own.
he shuffles over to the bed and waves a hand at it. ] Pick a side. [ since it's his bed and all.
len waits until mick gets back into the bed to slide in next to him. he settles down quickly in that way that very tired people and people who are used to sleeping rough do. and then he immediately presses his very cold toes to mick's shins.
what? they're not his mitts. ]