Len's no stranger to Mick's need to release steam once in a while. When they were kids, it was harder, not having ready access to things to burn in prison. Now adults, it was easier to make sure his partner always had a few controlled firepits he could return to when he needed to burn off. Fire was never something he understood, but Len could definitely sympathize with pent-up aggression.
He hadn't heard about the library fire yet, so when he opens his bedroom door, he's walking into the situation clueless. Mick's posture gives him pause; over time, he's gotten good at recognizing all of Mick's moods, attitudes he wears on his sleeve in a way Len never did. This looked like regret, or fear. It made his heart catch in his throat, more so when he sniffed the air and smelled the residue of burnt paper.
"Mick?" He shuts the door and stays there, frowning.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2017-02-24 01:55 pm (UTC)He hadn't heard about the library fire yet, so when he opens his bedroom door, he's walking into the situation clueless. Mick's posture gives him pause; over time, he's gotten good at recognizing all of Mick's moods, attitudes he wears on his sleeve in a way Len never did. This looked like regret, or fear. It made his heart catch in his throat, more so when he sniffed the air and smelled the residue of burnt paper.
"Mick?" He shuts the door and stays there, frowning.
"What happened?"