Cheap shot. Don't care. Mick's expression is wholly unrepentant as Leonard tugs his shirt off. Then he has to set his own jaw because frankly he's getting fucking tired of seeing bruises like this on him. Snart won't let him touch freely, but Mick can get in a few probing touches to be sure ribs are just bruised and not in need of taping up. If he keeps his mind on the situation he won't let it wander, won't think about touching him for other reasons, won't think about the profound show of trust in even being allowed to see him with his shirt off.
He fishes out a bottle from a cabinet by the sink. "Here. Take a couple of those."
Then he starts poking his head in the refrigerator. "You two eat? Think I got enough in here to make somethin.."
Take care of Leonard. Take care of Lisa. While he'd much rather push Lewis's face in and light his miserable ass on fire, Mick is capable of sticking to the priorities.
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Date: 2017-06-27 05:23 pm (UTC)He fishes out a bottle from a cabinet by the sink. "Here. Take a couple of those."
Then he starts poking his head in the refrigerator. "You two eat? Think I got enough in here to make somethin.."
Take care of Leonard. Take care of Lisa. While he'd much rather push Lewis's face in and light his miserable ass on fire, Mick is capable of sticking to the priorities.