myheadisaprison | {I might be lost, but I'm not a lost cause

Just then, Leonard may not have cared at all, he has a pretty overwhelming urge to hug right now. But he won't. Maybe later, but not here. It's an easy slide of his fingers between the spaces in Mick's once he's in the car, though. No one can see that and Mick's hand is a comforting weight in his own.

"Hey," he answers back in a near-breathless sort of way. It was so good to see him, really see him; like he remembered what breathing was like, and like a piece that was missing was clicking back into the place it belonged.

He doesn't say anything else, just puts the car in drive and heads towards Mick's apartment.

Right now it's enough to be free of there. The car is quiet with just the hum of the engine and the wind blowing by. He can breathe again. He's not on guard, not watching out for everything. He has Lenny beside him.

When they get back into the apartment and the door closes, Mick fiddles with the edge of his jacket for a moment, an aborted movement forward. "Lenny.. can I.. please?" Can he touch? He needs it so much right now, but he's going to try and at least remember to ask rather than just grabbing or assuming that it's okay.

Behind closed doors in Mick's apartment, Leonard will let a lot of things happen, with or without question. He doesn't hate that Mick asks, even when he doesn't have to, not now, not after nearly a year without him. He doesn't even answer, instead he pushes forward and wraps his arms around Mick's neck, clinging tight and desperate. "You have no idea how much I missed you." he mumbles against his shoulder.

Mick just melts into that touch, wrapping his arms around him and hanging on tightly, pressing his face into him. "Lenny. God I missed you." He missed him so much, he can hold him now, he can touch him. Breathe in the scent of his skin and his hair and he's finally come home.

"I missed you so much."

He wants to stay here and live in this moment forever because in Mick's arms, he feels safe, wanted, and he'd missed that feeling, desperately while he was gone. That feeling was his drug and Mick was his supplier and he'd been cut off completely and it felt like he was suffocating, until now, when Mick sinks against him and it's such a perfect feeling that he could really get lost in. His own fingers twist in the material of Mick's shirt in something of a death grip.

"You're not allowed to ever fucking do that shit again, asshole." he says as he finally pulls away, shoving him lightly, square in the chest.

Mick doesn't even think to argue when Lenny pulls back and shoves at him. His smile is free and easy and he darts in to kiss him - just a quick peck in reply.

Because he can't promise that he won't do it again. Not for him. Leonard Snart is his whole goddamn world and if he can take the hit to spare his partner, then he'll do it again and again, without apology. "I gotcha. Now I'm gonna go take a real hot shower. Then think we can rustle up some decent food? I'm fuckin starving."

Mick may have intended a quick peck, but Leonard can't even stop the way he just follows him and kisses him again, pushing him against the door. He might have missed that a little more than he thought, too.

He pulls back and smiles a little, "I've got some cash, we can do takeout." He grins and rocks back on his heels and goes to sift through the takeout menus in the drawer while Mick goes to take a shower.

Nothing thrills Mick quite like when Leonard responds to his touch, when he initiates. His smile is broad and warm as he heads for the bathroom, stripping as he goes. "Perfect. Order anything. Everything."

Tomorrow he'll find another job so they can keep the apartment. Whatever it takes so he can go back to protecting Leonard and Lisa. His family.

He orders a random smattering of things--pizza, wings, the works--because he knows the fridge is empty and an abundance of food tonight means Mick can still eat for a few days while he tries to figure out a job.

He's shoved into his spot in the corner of the couch, legs curled to one side of him when Mick finally emerges from the shower. There's already a spread of food on the table, and Leonard has put in one of those ninja movies Mick likes so much. He glances up and can't stop the smile that slides across his face. "Think you got all the jail offa you now?"

He scrubs up twice and uses all the hot water he can stand, finally washing away the last stale smells of jail before pulling on clean clothes that are his. Soft and comfortable, if a little on the ratty side.

The sight on the couch? Damn. That's a welcome one and Mick wishes he could just sear that image into his mind forever. Lenny curled up in his spot on the couch, food on the table and that smile he loves so much.
It made the last ten months worth it.

"Feel a hell of a lot more human," he agrees with an easy smile, dropping to sit beside him. Mick doesn't reach out, but he does rest a hand lightly on his partner's ankle as he eats. Remembers how to breathe.

He's finally home.

Leonard is so happy to have Mick home again. It's been an incredibly long ten months and finally things feel right in his world again. He'd made arrangements for Lisa to stay with their grandfather for the night because he wanted one night with Mick completely to himself, without having to cut and run halfway through or having to worry incessantly about his sister.

The night is relatively low-key and quiet. Just the two of them and some food and movies. But eventually, it's late, and the day has been exceptionally long and emotionally taxing--in positive ways, but taxing all the same. Leonard is half-asleep, his head on the arm of the couch, toes tucked under Mick's leg because his feet are cold and Mick is a human heater.

Mick's hand doesn't leave his partner's ankle often. Just a grounding touch, feeling warm skin beneath his hand. It's just the two of them tonight and it couldn't possibly get much better than this.

But he's not going to let his partner get a crick in his neck by sleeping on the couch so once the last movie is over he flicks off the television and pokes at Lenny's ankle. "Hey. C'mon, let's go to bed."

"Hm?' He questions in his half-asleep state, but it's only another moment before it clicks and he nods a little, "M'kay,' he mutters sleepily, getting to his feet and following Mick to the bedroom in the back. He all but collapses on the bed, exhauated.

He's quiet, though not yet asleep, and he shifts a little like he's trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually, he's content enough to stop moving, close enough he can feel the heat from the body behind him. He blindly reaches until he feels his fingers close around Mick's wrist, tugging his arm over his own middle.

Leonard isn't like this often, but sometimes it's just necessary. And he needs to physically feel that presence next to him, wrapped around him, to remind himself today hasn't been a dream.

{I might be lost, but I'm not a lost cause

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