There's a certain buzz that comes after completing a job that can't be beat; something like a runner's high, but for thieves instead. It's this buzzing in his brain, an electric shock across his skin that leaves him drunk on success. It's perfect and there's honestly no one else that he'd rather share that feeling with than the man beside him.
Mick Rory was the kind of friend a person only found once in a lifetime-- and that was if they were lucky. Leonard knew he was the luckiest for finding him, because no one else would have ever been the kind of lifeline and steady rock in his life that Mick had been for nearly six years now.
He's still reeling, on top of the world for this job working out exactly the way he'd planned it, grinning as he looks over at Mick. "Can you picture a better scene to end the night on?" he asks, leaning back on his arms, looking out over the cityscape, lit up across the darkness.
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{There's a light on in Chicago and I know I should be home
Date: 2018-01-06 03:45 am (UTC)Mick Rory was the kind of friend a person only found once in a lifetime-- and that was if they were lucky. Leonard knew he was the luckiest for finding him, because no one else would have ever been the kind of lifeline and steady rock in his life that Mick had been for nearly six years now.
He's still reeling, on top of the world for this job working out exactly the way he'd planned it, grinning as he looks over at Mick. "Can you picture a better scene to end the night on?" he asks, leaning back on his arms, looking out over the cityscape, lit up across the darkness.