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i'm not chronos just so you know

chronos is dead, long live Mick Rory.

That sounds just like what Chronos would say.

Come here.

hang on, I do a good chronos impression.

get it

it's a blank message cause he's a silent weirdo

... probably works better in person.

Oh, I got it. Chills, man.

Come show me in person.

nah, that kind of roleplay ain't sexy

[Mick is a good boy. He knocks the door this time, just to be safe.]

Who are you impersonating now? Mick the Nerd?

[Seriously, who knocks? But Leonard has obviously opened the door, stepping back to let Mick in. His eyes roam over him, checking for injuries.]

Hey.

Being a good boy, me. That's how people know I ain't him. Just playing the game I gotta play for a day or two.

[Mick steps in, unarmed and dressed in what clothes he had left. Chronos had ruined all of his stuff. He's just glad Chronos likes rats as much as he does cause Axel made it out okay. In his usual fireman chic and black leather gloves, he looks entirely Mick like, it's refreshing really.]

Hey.

Ain't as if he tried pretending much.

[At least not with him, but in general he doubts that being Chronos' game. He's just glad to see Mick again. Appearing unharmed, not looking at him with hatred. It punches through at least some of the darkness that's settled in his mind.]

Welcome back. Missed you.

Yeah, same. Your mirror is somehow a bigger dork than you.

[Mick takes a step in and then he closes the gap between them. He reaches up and cups the back of Leonard's head, holding it steady as he looks him in the eyes, a finger idly stroking that short cropped hair in a reassuring way. There's nothing there in Mick's eyes that show hate, hurt or anger. He looks like Mick, the same old Mick, the one that loved his partner.]

This is me, yeah? Not anything but me. [He gently encourages Leonard to move in closer with a light push, knowing Snart wasn't one for contact but this one off - maybe he needed it.]

That's who you spent time with? Maybe I was better off.

[The joke falls flat, mostly because not only has Chronos been legitimately awful, as intended, but Leonard also doesn't feel how he feels about his own mirror version. It takes him down lines of thought he doesn't want to follow and so it's not surprising that he lets it go, instead stepping closer to Mick and ending up with his head against his shoulder, arm loosely slung around him.]

You didn't miss much, really. Same old, pretty boring. Time we made stuff happen.

I figured as much. Without me, you're just a boring bunch of nerds.

[Mick holds him in close, he'd gentle with his touches, not because Leonard is frail but because the moment calls for it. He sighs and leans into the hold himself, wishing none of this happened but ready to do what they did best when it came to pain - push forward and move on.]

I feel like me and you should get the band back together. Remember post-juvie? Me and you playing Free Falling in that shitty little apartment, trying to get your rookie fingers some string discipline. I was talking to Leo about that - good times. [He wants to focus on the good times.]

Sounds good to me.

[There is no torture of the physical or mental kind involved, so it sounds damn amazing to him, really. Besides, it actually is a good memory. A lot of their memories are, often tied to shitty apartments, hiding from the cops or avoiding his father, but good nonetheless.]

I haven't played in a while. Waverider last.

...y'think the others play? Raymond? Nancy? ...Rip?

Nah, Haircut looks like he couldn't even master the triangle, Nancy listens to the worst shitI ever heard and Rip... actually, Rip could be a curve ball.

[Mick ponders it for a moment before grunting in amusement.]

Bet he plays something entirely unexpected. Like a keytar.

It's either that or the harp.

[He's convinced now.]

Hey, man's got good taste in booze, maybe music too. Who knows, gotta learn something from travelling through time. But I guess that means we gotta make sure Rip's part of this.

Sure, we'll have to get him a wheelchair, I hear Chronos got him in the leg. I don't think he'd be up for a piggy back neither.

[Mick huffs in amusement and pulls away from Leonard to move across the room, eyeing up the closet.]

So who are we gonna get to play the drums for us?

We should just move the party to his room. It has good acoustics.

[Which is clearly his primary concern here. Leonard leans against the wall, one arm holding on to his jacket as he watches Mick.]

Nancy could probably keep a good beat. It's what he's like, ain't it?

Metal.

Seems like a great way to make Rip feel better. Go in there with drums, guitars, a harp. Just sing at him. I mean it used to work for Lis.

[Nothing said 'I'm sorry' to a child like Mick singing it to the tune of Ring of Fire.]

Heh. He ain't gonna be able to keep up with us, he's like Ray lite. He'll probably hit himself in the face with his drumsticks.

Oh yeah. Rip, four year old child, where's the difference?

[At least it can't be that big a difference where temper tantrums are concerned.]

Probably, but is embarrassing people not what life is really all about anyway?

Have you ever seen him lose his temper? Though I have to say, Lisa's insults hurt more.

[That knew how to go for the jugular. Nothing hurt worse than being called a buttface by a four year old.]

Point. Okay so Nancy on drums and Haircut on triangle.

That's because Lisa know how to hurt you.

[Mostly because he actually cares about Lisa's opinion. Few memories stranger than consoling a seventeen year old after a toddler had told him that she hated him, but that's one of the many interesting thing he remembers.]

We should just go for it. After all this, we can use a breather.

People you love always know how to hurt you.

[Hey, it was pretty brutal.

She threw blocks at him and called hum a dumb-dumb and smelly. He was not smelly! ... Well, he kind of was, he was a sweaty teenage boy who covered himself in body spray to avoid showering sometimes but it was still devastating.]

We really could. It's been a hell of a week.

M-hm.

[Just a sound of confirmation before he pushes away from the wall and walks until he stands next to Mick, brushing shoulders with him.]

Later, yeah?

[For now just them, right here? That's what he wants.]

For now, it's just me and you.

[Mick nods his head and drops heavily onto Leonard's bed, leaning back and smiling a little. It was good to be home and Mick loved that he could have this. That he could have Leonard again - no matter how brief the time was between them.]

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