[He has to know what that tone does to Mick. What it's always done, for years now. Mick's other hand snakes around Len's waist and pulls him closer for a long moment, and he leans down to press a bare-toothed grin against Len's neck, but then loosens his grip.]
C'mon.
[They'll avoid the second floor, Len's seen most of that already anyway, and head right to the third floor so he can assess the state of the apartments for himself, decide how much needs to be done before they can move. Practical things.]
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C'mon.
[They'll avoid the second floor, Len's seen most of that already anyway, and head right to the third floor so he can assess the state of the apartments for himself, decide how much needs to be done before they can move. Practical things.]