Len helps his weary partner to his cell with every intention of leaving him so he can rest for a bit. But as he turns away he feels a calloused hand wrap around his wrist. For as strong as Mick can be, his grip feels small somehow. He glances to him as he begs him to stay. It's just the pair of them at the prison and for the longest time they'd sort of dodged around anything resembling feelings. Micks been through a lot. He's survived a lot more. But even being put through the induction wasn't nearly as horrible as being ripped apart and turned into a monster, only to be ripped apart again to be fixed back to himself.

So Len stays. He sits on the cot next to his partner to be a source of comfort, though he doesn't have much of a clue how. He glances to those normally strong hands, or the way they tremble a little and he slips his slender fingers into them. He weaves them together to give him an anchor. It's a simple and small gesture but between them, it means a lot. It's a rare thing they wouldn't show anyone.