[Leonard lifts a hand to try and pry Mick's fingers off him, leaning his head back in an effort to keep being able to breathe. It's an instinct more than anything and he knows he'll keep fighting. He's a survivor, it's what he does. It's what he's always done.

He lifts his other leg to use his knee to get Mick off him, finally glaring at him.]

Maybe people wouldn't think you're dumb if you made up your own mind once in a while. But then you couldn't blame every fuck-up on me.