"I'm fi-- Mickey," Leon almost repeated himself, but realized it wasn't an honest answer the first time, and it wouldn't be the second or the third. Mickey said he was good, and Leon looked at him more closely. It may have been a month or more since they'd spoken, but Leon still searched for those signs he'd be able to recognize to see just how 'good' Mickey really was.
The problem was, Mickey's nearness was making it all but impossible to focus on anything but just how warm it felt to be with him. It wasn't just the heat he gave off, but more like returning to a much beloved book you never got to finish reading and flipping open to that place you had bookmarked, picking up where you left off - Except that didn't really happen in real life. Did it?
Leon looked down at Mickey's hand when it closed around his own and for a moment, his fingers tightened on the djinn's living touch. Leon felt the urge to just close the small space between them and melt against Mickey, accept the words he was saying and just be with him again. Instead, Leon forced himself to step away, not towards, and he withdrew his hand and looked at Mickey with a confused and pained expression.