Just skinny little Len scribbling away on a pad of paper while looking over blueprints and Mick just over in a corner doing push-ups to pass the time, and Len looking over to make sure Mick isn’t playing with his lighter again and just staring because Mick’s shirt has ridden up in the back and it’s starting to stick to his skin with the sweat and holy shit if that isn’t the hottest thing teenage Len has ever seen. Meanwhile Mick’s trying to beat his personal best and thinking of ways to convince Len to order pizza for the third night in a row.