mypriority: (Ice-olation)
is Mick. ([personal profile] mypriority) wrote in [personal profile] myheadisaprison 2017-06-27 10:38 pm (UTC)

He knows Mick's right, which is why his gaze drops to the floor. He's in such a shit spot with all of this and it's so frustrating knowing that every time something sounds viable, there's always another roadblock to stand in the way. He sets the beer down on the counter, trying to think his way out of this.

"I dunno what to do, Mick..." he says quietly, looking back up at him. "I can't just take her and leave, he'd press charges fast enough to make my head spin. Another year...it's so far away. She needs out, but--" he scrubs a hand over his face.

"Could you do it?" the words rip from him suddenly, a desperate grip on any shred of possibility, even if he won't dare actually hope. "You're nineteen, you're already of age... Is that--" that. That night. When his family and his house went up in smoke. "is it sealed or did they charge you as an adult? If it's sealed, then maybe it wouldn't...they wouldn't go that far back, right? So, maybe..." he shrugs, helpless. And that's exactly how all of this feels; helpless. Stuck between a rock and a hard place and an avalanche is threatening to cave in on top of him for all his trouble.

Leonard lets his knees buckle and he slides down to the floor, knees drawn up toward his chest, arms hanging loosely between them. He drops his head back against the cabinet with a soft thud, staring up at Mick, the picture of discouragement. "Fuck," it's a quiet, hopeless whisper instead of the scream he wants it to be, because Lisa's in the next room asleep.

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