Len is surprised when Mick shifts closer, burrowing in against his side in a moment of weakness and need for comfort. He hesitates, caught a little off guard at the gesture. He'll shift with him and wrap an arm around broad shoulders to pull him in closer. He tips his head to rest against his brow and lift his free hand to cradle the side of his warm, sleek skull. He holds the other for a moment, closing his eyes and just breathing with him, hoping to give him peace and stability, to give him a feeling of being safe and home. He caresses long, gentle fingers down his jaw, following the line of his cheek and soothing as much of his hurt as he can.

He's not sure what sort of words he can offer him in this moment. "It's okay. You're okay now. It's over."