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[catchacold]

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[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.

[boilover]

[Mick eyes everything like it's a trap. The beer, the froyo, Leonard himself.

When will the retribution come.]

I guess you just gotta let people know you care about them. [No, Ray, that was not an invitation to tell them. Go tell your girlfriend.]

[shrinkage]

[ ray didn't spare his froyo a second glance. being stressed usually leads to a sweet tooth anyway, and so he dove right in. he's pretty sure this is a clemency treat or something. everything's cool. ]

It just doesn't seem like enough. I have no experience to pull from when it comes to a parent so bad she can't talk about it still.

[ oh, mick's eyeing up his froyo. ray holds it to the side toward mick as an offer. ]

[catchacold]

You ain't ever gonna be able to fix that for her. Maybe it will help her to talk one day. Maybe not.

[There's a shrug and he turns the froyo in his hand to get more of it on his spoon.]

You can't protect people from what's inside them. You can just be there too.

[boilover]

[Mick moves away from the froyo like it's evil. Nope, too cold, probably some kind of Snart trap. He isn't falling for it.]

Usually I'd say just follow your instincts and do what feels right but I know you and you really shouldn't do any of that.

[Do the opposite, actually. Way safer.]

Just be someone to talk to, dumbass. Don't be a fixer.