Truth told, Leonard isn't as into the celebratory part of things, either. He plays the part, like he does during any con, and the rest of the team is none the wiser. Eventually, the celebration dies down, everyone fans out and it's just the two of them again.
Leonard has been thinking about the fight since the night it happened, turning it over and over in his mind. Different things he could have done or said or ways he could have reacted better. None of it matters, because its damage is already done.
But maybe he could fix future damage of similar fights. Maybe.
"Not feeling tonight?" He asks, mostly as a conversational piece than anything else, because he had to say something in the silence that was threatening to make him go deaf in its wake. He drops into the chair nearest the side of the couch Mick is on. It isn't much, but it's something almost shaped like progress from three nights ago.
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Date: 2018-02-05 08:42 pm (UTC)Leonard has been thinking about the fight since the night it happened, turning it over and over in his mind. Different things he could have done or said or ways he could have reacted better. None of it matters, because its damage is already done.
But maybe he could fix future damage of similar fights.
Maybe.
"Not feeling tonight?" He asks, mostly as a conversational piece than anything else, because he had to say something in the silence that was threatening to make him go deaf in its wake. He drops into the chair nearest the side of the couch Mick is on. It isn't much, but it's something almost shaped like progress from three nights ago.