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[catchacold]

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[shrinkage]

[ did it just get really warm in here? or cold? boy ray's collar feels real dern tight is he blinking a lot is that a thing why is he blinking so much all of a sudden

also does breathing heavier help

don't look at mick

don't do it don't look at him that's not-- oh god why is he looking at mick this was such a mistake mick mick buddy help please

help

helppp ]

[boilover]

[DO

NOT

SAY

ANYTHING

ABOUT

THE ILL THOUGHT OUT COSPLAY

Help yourself and stay quiet or he will make you eat your own underwear, you dumb nerd.]

[catchacold]

[Leonard exhales. It wouldn't be audible normally, but the room has just gotten very, very quiet. He turns his head to look at Mick, weight shifting already. The bed creaks quietly.

Once more his eyes end up on Ray.

Eyebrows arch.]

[shrinkage]

[ so have you guys ever been fucking around in chemistry and you were like

hey i might as well just warm up the beaker on the hotplate before i put the water in that'd totally make it go faster and save me time and you pour that nice cold water in and OH GOD THE BEAKER SHATTERED AND THERE'S GLASS IN MY EYE SOMEONE GET THE NURSE

yeah.

his eyes dart to len's face. then mick's. then the door... ]

[boilover]

[Yes, eye that door. Good boy.

Run

Now run out of it before Snart does anything.

Mick purposefully holds his own expression in neutral, not letting Leonard get anything from him. He's played this game before. It's that time Mick brought a whore to their safehouse all over again. Just gotta stay strong, play it cool and hope Leonard doesn't catch on that a glittery bimbo is straddling their couch right now.

Of course it didn't work out so well then either.

Not that Leonard and the whore didn't get on, they got on great. Too great. They left to go get froyo. Mick did not get his money's worth out of it and had to sleep on that glittery couch afterwards. He was shiny for weeks.

He should never have gotten seduced by the Sparkle Factory and their affordable whores.]

[catchacold]

[Mick's neutral expression gives away more than Mick realises. Mick's expression is never neutral, unless what's on his mind is decidedly not neutral.

But he also takes note of Ray's eyes and his hand lifts, releasing his arm, moving slowly.

Slowly.

Until it settles on Ray's shoulder, giving it the slightest of squeezes.]

Wanna get froyo?

[shrinkage]

[ ray's eyes scrunch shut in fear, and they s l o w l y open and find mick's face again and there's no way the panic isn't fully on display. his tiny bunny heart pounds away in his chest.

if he speaks, he's toast. he knows it. if he can just keep his mouth shut...

but boy howdy does he love froyo

still staring at mick, ray nods

sorry i'm sorry i'm so sorry ]

[boilover]

[Leonard knows.

Leonard knows

Abort. ABORT.

This is getting out of hand, he has to do something.

But there's nothing he can do.

Mick shakes his head but it's futile.

All he can do now is do what any smart person would do - prepare to throw Ray under the bus and blame him for everything. Solid plan. 10/10.]

[catchacold]

I'll bring you some back.

[With a sneer, that's all he says. Then he gets up, seemingly planning on simply walking out the door and leaving the two of them in his room.]

[shrinkage]

[ he jostles with the bed as len's weight comes up off of it and shoots mick a questioning glance.

is this a trick? ]

[boilover]

[This is not a trick.

This is attack.

This is basically like a tiger circling it's prey. He will come back and it will be 10x worse every time. They're trapped.

Mick has to do something to change this topic.]

I thought you were giving haircut advise?

[catchacold]

Chill and eat froyo. How's that not good advice?

[In all honesty, especially given who they are dealing with? It's not wrong.]

[shrinkage]

[ oh. huh. seems fine! ]

Could I have acai blueberry tart? Ooh-- or pistachio!

[boilover]

[......

wait

no

Leonard, don't leave him with this dingus.]

I think I need a beer. [Mick grabs a bottle off the side and gets up.] I hate cold things, you know that. [He whines over ice-cream all the damn time - it's too cold!!]

[catchacold]

Coming right up.

[He approaches the door, looking back over his shoulder at both Mick and Ray.]

So, you tried to be me?

Cool.

[Or something.]

Can't wait to hear all about that.

[And he's out the door.]

[shrinkage]

[ well fuck

fucking fuck ]

...Do you think he knows about the coat?

[boilover]

Fuck.

[He just groans and drops his head forward into his hands. He doesn't even want to think about that, okay?]

Just stop talking.

[shrinkage]

What? You're the one who brought it up to begin with...

[ scowl scowl ]

[boilover]

No, you were--

[He bites off his reply and instead, he slaps Ray. Hard.] Idiot.

[shrinkage]

Ah--

[ ray feels it coming but doesn't dodge. he dodged once ever. learned that only makes it worse. ]

I'm sorry, OK?

[boilover]

Just don't tell him about the coat. Or the gun. Or that really bad impression you did.

[the one where you kept straddling the wall and almost falling over.]

He's gonna think I tried to replace him!

[shrinkage]

Look at me.

[ not the person who would even remotely come close to replacing leonard! ]

You were grieving, Mick. It was part of the process.

[boilover]

Oh God.

[Mick groans and gets up because God, no, this was becoming an after school special full of FEELINGS and he wants out.

He holds up a warning hand to show, no, he does not want a hug.]

I wasn't grieving, there ain't no process!

[shrinkage]

Whoa, hey--

[ he doesn't back down, but his hands lift in surrender. no hugs, buddy. don't freak out. ]

You were doing what you could with what you had. I was barely keeping it together, remember?

[catchacold]

[As unceremoniously as he's left, Leonard comes back, throwing a bottle of beer at Mick and holding a froyo out to Ray as he approaches his bed again. He's eating his own froyo, once he sits down.]

So.

[A pause, so he can lick the spoon.]

You can't fix your girlfriend's life for her. She is who she is because of that life. Let her know you like her as she is. Be there for her.

That's about it.