"Great, pity food cause I'm broke." Mick muttered as he pulled away a little and started rummaging through the bag. He was stressed and sad, he wanted to eat something. Ah! Snack cakes. He unwrapped one and started to eat it, knowing he was being a baby about this but he spent all of his time looking after a kid that took all his time, stole his nights and left him a little all over the place. The best parents broke to pieces over this shit, let alone a single dad who just stopped being a teenager. "I'll handle it, I just need some back up." Like Hartley.
"No, it's romance food, cause I kinda like you." Leonard rolled his eyes and unwrapped the chicken for Mick as well, so he could indulge on that if he felt like it. He stepped back to give him space, but he also put a hand on Mick's hip, because he wanted him to know that he was there. "Look, Mick. I'd be here more often if I could, you know that." He still had to be home sometimes, with Lewis, with Lisa, with all the rest of this mess. "And I'm making a name. I'll have cash in-coming regularly, it ain't gonna be much longer and you know I'll always take care of you."
"Yeah." Though Mick detested this kind of talk to. He used to be such a badass, he had a life path he wanted and now he was feeling a little like a housewife. It wasn't doing much for his masculinity and he was far too macho to take the nice gesture as it was. He just sort of squirmed a little and forced down any objections. He didn't want to be a dick. "Thanks. I know you got my back, I just get uneasy. Lots of stuff going on. I think the kid is gonna be an asset, don't knock him just yet."
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