"Gee, Mick, it's like maybe I think you can handle me being--" A distracted wave of his hands. "me in ways other people might not be able to!" He shakes his head and drops his hands back to his sides, but slowly they come to rest crossed over of his chest.
Mick's last five words are the ones that were really digging their way under his skin, trying to find a home to live and fester in. Like he can take any word Mick says when he's this iron-hot-angry for an absolute truth. That's what the paranoia says, anyway, and standing there, staring at him with his boots on and his jacket still in his hand, Leonard finds it harder to argue against it.
"Do whatever you want. You will anyway. You always do." He can practically taste the venom those words slide out of his mouth with. He's scared, and he's mad, and he's mad about being scared, and it all kind of comes out in a thick-coated poison as a terrible means to protect himself.
Peel back the acid coating and there's an irony, of course, in his own words. He spends so much of his time dictating and doing what he deems as best be it for him, for Lisa, Mick, it's his way or 'there's the door, don't let it hit your ass on the way out'. There's not much in way of middle ground when it comes to Leonard. Mick has always stuck it out, but that doesn't mean he always will, which is what feeds into this cycle Leonard has created for himself.
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Date: 2018-07-17 07:18 pm (UTC)Mick's last five words are the ones that were really digging their way under his skin, trying to find a home to live and fester in. Like he can take any word Mick says when he's this iron-hot-angry for an absolute truth. That's what the paranoia says, anyway, and standing there, staring at him with his boots on and his jacket still in his hand, Leonard finds it harder to argue against it.
"Do whatever you want. You will anyway. You always do." He can practically taste the venom those words slide out of his mouth with. He's scared, and he's mad, and he's mad about being scared, and it all kind of comes out in a thick-coated poison as a terrible means to protect himself.
Peel back the acid coating and there's an irony, of course, in his own words. He spends so much of his time dictating and doing what he deems as best be it for him, for Lisa, Mick, it's his way or 'there's the door, don't let it hit your ass on the way out'. There's not much in way of middle ground when it comes to Leonard. Mick has always stuck it out, but that doesn't mean he always will, which is what feeds into this cycle Leonard has created for himself.