He has a ton of things he could say against that, a hundred reasons why he doesn't believe it, and a hundred more for why he's actually not any good for Mick at all. But none of it comes out, because Leonard Snart is too selfish to admit too many things that might make him lose the one person who mattered more than anything.
Any piece of it that might have been still been debated to leave his tongue was gone with Mick's next words.
"Lise told me ... he bought a hooker..."
Leonard's world is tilted off its axis at that declaration, ears ringing, stomach queasy, vision swimming.
No. No no no no no no no. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. She didn't know. She couldn't. She was too young. She was in bed by then. Wasn't she? How did she find out? Shit. Shit.
If there has ever been a story being played out across his face, it's in this moment. Every switch from confusion to realization to panic. And all of that completely crumbling.
"I-I know, I just--" but the words aren't coming. He doesn't even really know where to go with it, what to say. "I'm sorry," he chokes out, "I should have been the one to tell you, I-I should have explained it, I just-- I didn't know how." It could have saved them both a lot of fights and a lot of grief, if he'd just explained himself to Mick, but can't even do it now, and damn sure now before.
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Date: 2018-03-20 11:20 pm (UTC)Any piece of it that might have been still been debated to leave his tongue was gone with Mick's next words.
"Lise told me ... he bought a hooker..."
Leonard's world is tilted off its axis at that declaration, ears ringing, stomach queasy, vision swimming.
No.
No no no no no no no.
This isn't happening.
This can't be happening.
She didn't know. She couldn't. She was too young. She was in bed by then. Wasn't she? How did she find out?
Shit. Shit.
If there has ever been a story being played out across his face, it's in this moment. Every switch from confusion to realization to panic. And all of that completely crumbling.
"I-I know, I just--" but the words aren't coming. He doesn't even really know where to go with it, what to say. "I'm sorry," he chokes out, "I should have been the one to tell you, I-I should have explained it, I just-- I didn't know how." It could have saved them both a lot of fights and a lot of grief, if he'd just explained himself to Mick, but can't even do it now, and damn sure now before.