Nothing about Mick's obvious defeat makes him feel any better or less panicked. Just because he didn't storm out the door this instant didn't mean it wasn't still on the horizon. And that possibility terrifies him.
But not enough to say it. Or anything that he should, that would maybe have a chance of making mick understand. Because he doesn't know how to do that anymore.
He blinks, hard, eyes following Mick's slumped form to the couch. Holding the lighter against his hand. But it's different than usual-- he's not just playing with it, he's actually letting it burn him. Leonard doesn't even think about it, he strides over and snaps the old zippo shut. "Stop." There's a genuine touch of concern in the request as he presses the lighter back against his palm, cool metal contrasting largely with the flame that was in his hand seconds ago. He doesn't want to be the reason Mick does this.
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Date: 2018-02-05 06:04 pm (UTC)But not enough to say it.
Or anything that he should, that would maybe have a chance of making mick understand.
Because he doesn't know how to do that anymore.
He blinks, hard, eyes following Mick's slumped form to the couch. Holding the lighter against his hand. But it's different than usual-- he's not just playing with it, he's actually letting it burn him. Leonard doesn't even think about it, he strides over and snaps the old zippo shut. "Stop." There's a genuine touch of concern in the request as he presses the lighter back against his palm, cool metal contrasting largely with the flame that was in his hand seconds ago. He doesn't want to be the reason Mick does this.