Mick goes easily when Leonard's hand curls around his wrist and he pulls at him. They're both drunk at this point but he doesn't feel any better for it. He's pretty sure his partner doesn't either.

Lincoln. Mick wonders what kind of life he had. The family that had adopted him. He knows the bigger moments, but not what kind of man he'd been.

Cool fingers move along his arm, keeping him grounded. "Tell me about him Lenny."

"Anything."