Risky. Stupid. But that didn't make the look or the meaning behind that look any less true.
Mick soldiers on through lunch, enjoying the moments for what they are. Spending time with the people who matter to him. Pizza and ice cream and Lisa is already drowsing by the time Leonard gets her into the car, spoiled rotten by a full day of playing and a belly full of good food.
But once she's napping in the little room Mick had set up for her in his apartment, they're sitting in an uneasy and uncomfortable silence. No talking about a movie they want to see, or setting up some kind of job just to keep the money flowing. All because he had to go and open his damn mouth.
He breathes out. Picks at the threadbare couch. Doesn't look up. "It don't gotta mean anything," he finally offers, no matter how desperately he wishes that it could mean something.
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Date: 2018-01-03 08:20 pm (UTC)Stupid.
But that didn't make the look or the meaning behind that look any less true.
Mick soldiers on through lunch, enjoying the moments for what they are. Spending time with the people who matter to him. Pizza and ice cream and Lisa is already drowsing by the time Leonard gets her into the car, spoiled rotten by a full day of playing and a belly full of good food.
But once she's napping in the little room Mick had set up for her in his apartment, they're sitting in an uneasy and uncomfortable silence. No talking about a movie they want to see, or setting up some kind of job just to keep the money flowing. All because he had to go and open his damn mouth.
He breathes out. Picks at the threadbare couch. Doesn't look up.
"It don't gotta mean anything," he finally offers, no matter how desperately he wishes that it could mean something.