Mick isn't sure if that brush of fingers against his arm makes things better or worse. But then Snart is gone, back to looking at his plans and Mick snaps the lighter open again. He doesn't hold his hand up to the flame this time. No, he just watches it, gets lost in the dance of light and heat until the lighter eventually sputters and dies.
He sleeps on the couch that night, because he can't get too close to Leonard without that need itching beneath his skin, that desperate touch-starved part of him clawing to the surface, making things harder on both of them.
The job, of course, goes off without a hitch. CCPD is left foundering as they get away with one hell of a rich haul. Money and enough gems to fence to keep them well in cash for months, if not longer. More than a few shopping sprees for Lisa in the future to be sure.
But Mick isn't much in the mood to celebrate. There's no rush of adrenaline, no chance that Leonard will want to share that rush with him like they did in those early days. Like Chicago.
He just sits on the ratty couch of their safehouse, ignoring the beer in front of him. Restlessly flicking his lighter. He's got a stack of money but who cares? Maybe he'll find some way to get it over to Becks and her work. At least do some good that way by taking care of his sister the way Leonard still takes care of his.
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Date: 2018-02-05 07:46 pm (UTC)But then Snart is gone, back to looking at his plans and Mick snaps the lighter open again. He doesn't hold his hand up to the flame this time. No, he just watches it, gets lost in the dance of light and heat until the lighter eventually sputters and dies.
He sleeps on the couch that night, because he can't get too close to Leonard without that need itching beneath his skin, that desperate touch-starved part of him clawing to the surface, making things harder on both of them.
The job, of course, goes off without a hitch.
CCPD is left foundering as they get away with one hell of a rich haul. Money and enough gems to fence to keep them well in cash for months, if not longer. More than a few shopping sprees for Lisa in the future to be sure.
But Mick isn't much in the mood to celebrate. There's no rush of adrenaline, no chance that Leonard will want to share that rush with him like they did in those early days. Like Chicago.
He just sits on the ratty couch of their safehouse, ignoring the beer in front of him. Restlessly flicking his lighter. He's got a stack of money but who cares? Maybe he'll find some way to get it over to Becks and her work. At least do some good that way by taking care of his sister the way Leonard still takes care of his.