The 'picking up bad habits' comment had Mick grinning, before saying in a more serious tone. "Which is why I'll never have kids...among other reasons." He added with a knowing wink. Mick had known at a very young age that becoming a family man just wasn't in the cards for him. For one, he didn't care for kids in general, but add in his unstable lifestyle, his families history with mental illness, and the fact that both his current bed partners were men, well..a kitten was the closest thing he'd get, or want. Which was alright by him.
As Len went to work on the littler box, Mick dug around in the sack of things Len had brought over with him. He pulled out the dishes and food, and a couple toys Len had picked out for him. Nodding his head as he listened to Len's speech on kitten care, though he was positive he'd be texting him after he left to remind him. "Water wouldn't kill him, Len." Mick corrected after recalling the saying Len was referring to. "Though I don't want him messing about in here anyway while I'm trying to shower." He added, sounding harsher than he really was about it. "Just take his food and set his dishes up somewhere in the kitchen." Mick told him, as Len picked up the kitten. Mick noting how tiny the fur ball looked between Len's long slender fingers. A pick pockets greatest tools.
His eyes moving back up to Len's face at the mention of fire, smirking a little even though Len's focus was on the cat. The sincerity of the comment warmed Mick's heart. The larger man making the few short strides it took to stand in front of Len, tipping his chin up to meet his gaze. "Just like you have a way with mutts." He added gruffly, the glimpse of a smirk playing at his lips before he pressed their mouths together. He may have saved Len that day in juvy years ago, but Len had been saving Mick from himself for so much longer.
Just as Mick made a move to deepen the kiss he'd started, Ashes meowed from between them. The reminder that he was there and probably hungry enough to pull Mick back, while still staying in Len's space. "You better go feed him, before I decide to make him wait and take you in the shower with me." He warned playfully, though he was mostly joking. He was filthy from work, and it wasn't that kind of shower. Even if it took very little convincing to change his mind. With that said, he turned to rid himself of his shirt before leaning in over the tub to start the shower, turning the dial all the way on hot.