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[closed] I'd be playin' with fire

WHO: Leonard Snart & Mick Rory
WHERE: Mick's motel room
WHEN: 4/20
WHAT: Leonard came in late with Starbucks
WARNINGS: nothing yet, there might be some displays of affection

[Finding out where Mick ended up isn't much of a challenge. For one thing, there's a trace to follow. For another, Leonard knows him. A cheap motel, self-punishment, thinking he deserves no better.

Sounds about right.

Leonard lets himself in easily enough while Mick is out. He ends up sitting on the bed - this is a small room, not as if there's much seating available - legs crossed, back against the wall, sipping from a take-away coffee cup that may or may not contain hot chocolate.

When the door opens and Mick walks in, Leonard lifts his gaze, lashes turning up, the full effect of his eyes focusing on Mick.]

Can't leave you alone for a second, can I?

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[ Mick obediently lifts his head at Len's touch, forcing himself to look at him.

Once he starts talking he needs to get it out. He'd told people bits and pieces of it but he felt Len might understand the whole story. ]

You were gone. Walker's been gone a while. Friend of mine killed himself and didn't come back. This woman said I killed her cousin. Dunno if I did or not but it didn't help.

Didn't want to live here anymore. Wanted it all to go away. Wanted to burn it all away. Then I just wanted to watch something, anything burn.

[ His voice cracks but his eyes seem to shine. ]

It was beautiful. It was gorgeous and cathartic and I shoulda felt bad about it but it was better than what I'd been feeling before.

[ He moves his forehead off off Len's, pressing his face onto his shoulder instead,
voice slightly muffled. ]

Then it was gone. Got arrested, lost my job, now I'm here.

No one got hurt, Mick. You'd taken so many precautions. You lost it then, I get that. I ain't saying that's good. That's on you. But that nothing happened? That's also on you.

[Leonard doesn't say much more, just holds onto Mick, running his fingers over his scalp gently. He can't do much to comfort him, he knows he's not really any good at comfort, but he tries, for what that's worth.]

I'm here too. [He finally mumbles.] I'm with you.

[ Mick takes a shuddering breath, grabbing at Len's shirt to steady himself. ]

You're... you're right. It coulda been worse.

[ He sniffs, trying to avoid wiping his eyes on Len's clothes. ]

Thanks for coming back.

[It's strange, because Leonard doesn't do feelings, not like this. Usually he wouldn't know what to do with this, but it's still Mick. This Mick, someone else, but someone he knows and someone who matters, in his own right and because of the connection they have. So it's easier to move his hand to cup Mick's face, to wipe his tears away with his thumb - gently, and to keep holding him close. No one there to see anyway.]

I'll always come back to you when I got the option.

You matter. I told you that.

[Silence for a while and still that closeness that for whatever reason isn't suffocating.]

Don't tell me we gotta stay holed up in this shitty motel room though. We got a place, remember?

[ Mick doesn't answer Len when he tells him he matters, but he holds onto those words like someone grabbing on a life raft.

He takes the time to pull himself together. ]

We...?

[ The implication hits Mick very quickly. ]

You want me to live with you?

Yeah.

[He hasn't meant for this to be a thing, but from Mick's reaction it's obvious that it is a thing and now he has to react accordingly.

He suspects he'll mess that up.]

Got any issues with that?

[Yes. Nailed it.]

[ A month ago, Mick would've been balking at commitment issues. Now, though, he's worried about something else. ]

Len, I burnt down the house. You sure you want me around all your stuff?

I want you around. So, yeah. I do.

[Commitment issues don't really factor into things much with Leonard, but he's in a unique position. He gets that Mick would feel differently about it all.]

You were around my stuff for a long time and nothing happened. Besides, I ain't attached to anything here.

Just to you.

Just has to happen once.

[ But he wraps his arms around him, hugging him close, wanting to believe he's not as fucked up as he thinks he is, if Len can care about him so much. He's silent for a bit, internal debate raging.

It takes him a while, but he manages to decide. ]

Sounds kinda nice. This motel was getting kinda musty anyway.

Whatever. You think I care about anything here more than about being with you?

[That is a lot more emotional than he's usually likely to get, so he pauses to let Mick talk, finally simply looking around the room and nodding.]

Ain't exactly luxury, eh? You can sulk just as good somewhere else. Promise.

You still doing therapy?

Not sulking. [ He says, sulkily. ]

Got Dr. Chilton to up my sessions.

Whatever you say. [He will let him not!sulk in peace, with only mild mockery.]

Are sessions with Dr. Chilton actually helping you?

[ Mick pauses in his sulking to consider the question seriously. ]

Think I'd be worse-off without 'em. We're gonna be trying a coupla things but... even if they don't work, I need to keep trying.

Long as it's actually helping you. [And the guy stops wanting couple therapy, that'd be a big bonus.] Mick. It's been working. This just isn't something that can just be fixed forever. You know it doesn't work like that.

Doesn't mean you're a bad person.

I was a bad person.

[ He sighs. ] You're right. You're always right, dammit.

I know, it's damn annoying.

If I didn't have my looks, you couldn't stand it. [Hey, it's called self-awareness.]

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