"Good enough," and the answer was almost more felt than heard as Mick laced his fingers loosely across Len's back. He didn't pay special attention to Len's scars, but he never avoided them either. He'd been there for a few of them, knew enough about the rest to know they were just a part of the whole.

The sprint from the cops hadn't taken much out of him, but it had been a long day. As Len's warmth spread into him, the temptation to drift off to sleep followed close behind, but he held it off a little longer. "See, plenty of room."