Mick was silent for a while before he shrugged and got to his feet. He finally looked at Leonard and no, it hadn't got any easier to look at him. "I wanted you to live." And look how well that one panned out. "I haven't got much else to do, have I? I don't have my partner. I don't have anything to go back to. I just got this." And it was okay. Making a difference, doing something worthwhile, getting free booze. It was better than being alone. "I'm done with you now. Go away."
Leonard stayed where he was, simply adjusting so he could lean back again, looking at Mick. He moved his arms, folding them loosely. Holding himself as he watched his old friend. His partner. What else was there even to say? He finally lowered his eyes, in a way that was very characteristic for him, one hand slowly closing around nothing. "I loved you."
"Heh." Mick smiled a little as he felt a bubble of sick bitterness roll around in his gut, a weird crushing sadness he wished he didn't feel. Of course. "So you really ain't real then." That was -- strangely disappointing but Mick didn't expect any more than that. Those words were all he needed to hear to know this wasn't Snart. "Now I'm just hearing what I want to hear." He had lost it entirely. He was imagining things, he was hearing things he wanted to hear and clearly, that meant it had to be total bullshit.
There was an eye-roll and then Leonard got up, a sneer on his face. "If that's the case, maybe I ought to play more to your type these days." That said he stopped right in front of him. No hug, his arms stayed by his side, but he leaned forward and kissed Mick's cheek. He stood back on his heels, raising an eyebrow at him. "That do it for you now?"
So, hallucination or not, some things didn't change. Petty and jealous to the end.
"It's good to know I remember how jealous you always were. I couldn't so much as look at a chick in a bar without you poking at me over it for a week." Mick grumbled as he tried to shove the ghost/imagination/hallucination thing of out his way., trying to ignore how he could still feel those lips against his cheek. It was a lie. This was all one big lie. "You'd get jealous of my lighter."
"Because you've never been jealous a day of your life." Leonard did take a step back when he was shoved, lifting his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. No, he couldn't bring himself to feel any shame over this particular character trait. "You sleep with your lighter. You ain't ever looked like that at me, that's for sure."
"Fire is special. No one is like fire, it's a unique thing. Powerful, beautiful, unstoppable. See, people like you? You go out there and you die and all I got left is--" He waved his hand vaguely around him. What did he have left? Himself and hallucinations. That was all. "She can't die. Fire is eternal." He pulled out his light and for old time sake, he sparked up a flame and held it out. "Though you're both dangerous. Can't get too close. Unpredictable." He put his hand over the lighter and felt the warmth. "And you really know how to scar a guy."
"Poetic." Leonard just says the one word at first and then he slaps the lighter out of Mick's hand, in a gesture both petty and immature. But why would he care? It still got him to stop staring at the flame. "I'm not done with you, Mick. You get that through your thick skull." Hard to dismiss something that was inside his head. A pause as he looked down at the lighter, moving to put one foot on it. He doesn't crush it, he just places himself above it rather deliberately. "I'm coming for you."
Why was his imagination being such a dick? Did it really hate him this much? That was a new lighter. He glared at the foot covering it and resisted the urge to shove Leonard in return. "I'm done with you. Like you were done with me. Don't say you weren't or you wouldn't have left. You did." His eyes were still on the foot, wishing he could just get his lighter back. Surely imagination couldn't crush his lighter. "So now I am too. Get that into your thick skull. Cause I ain't biting any more." He could ignore him. If he had to.
"We'll never be done," Leonard stated and then there was the sound of a lighter being crushed under a heavy boot. He moved his foot and use it to kick the crushed lighter a few feet away, his eyes on Mick the entire time. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
With that, while Mick looked at the lighter, he was gone.
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"Like I said. I'm done. Get out of my head."
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So, hallucination or not, some things didn't change. Petty and jealous to the end.
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With that, while Mick looked at the lighter, he was gone.