"I'll let you out, Mick. Relax." Leonard leaned back against the desk, glancing down at his notes before looking at Mick again. He had a whole head full of thoughts, but Mick's presence helped to keep him grounded. Reminded him which timeline was his. Theirs. He did need him. He'd always needed him. "Afraid so." The speedster. Did the others get short names too? The bleach job. He'd have to work on one for Malcolm.