An annoyed look at the snark. Mick is trying to work all of this out in his head. Trying to be better than he had been before. Trying to be better for both of them. "No," he answers. Because it wouldn't be better or easier.

They'd had enough anger and distance between them the last year and a half. He didn't want to go back to that ever again.

Sara had to have known, on some level, what might happen if Leonard came to him. He huffs. Scratches his nose. "But I wanted to tell you. No hiding. No lying." Open. Even in his stilted, awkward attempts at communication.

He was trying. Always trying, no matter how difficult or how stupid it made him feel.