"We gotta start talking, I guess. Good time as any. May as well tell her you bite it and I get brainwashed." Mick shrugged, acting like it was nothing and not the think he'd been trying to drink himself to death over for the past week. Mick finished his handiwork and tightened it just a bit, just to help stop the bleeding. "No problem, I got you."

Mick sat back again and looked at Leonard for a moment before he huffed a laugh and shook his head. "It's weird. I want it to be less weird." Wait. Context. "Not here. Though that would help. I mean us. I hate it. It's all weird."