"I know what I'm doing." Mick informed him around a mouthful of pie, not even really taking Leonard seriously. He was a worried. He always worried. And Mick just thought this was another one of his little overthinking issues. Mick was careful, it just felt -- good? It was like a nice tingling feeling. He got so stressed at home, school was awful and the best thing in his life, he couldn't be honest about. He couldn't even be himself around people in case he got his ass kicked. Whenever he set a fire, it was like an outburst of emotions, all the stress and tension drained away. He needed the fire. He wanted it. "Stop being a worried all the damn time, it's fine. I got it under control." Mostly. "I'm not an idiot, just trust me. Okay?"