Mick would never desert them, never leave them hanging, not when Lewis was still a very real and very terrifying presence in their lives. If it wouldn't mean deserting them, he probably would have killed the old man ten times over by now for every bruise he'd inflicted, every cut, every time that Lenny showed up at his door with a terrified little girl in his arms.
Then Lisa is barreling towards them and he gives a suitably dramatic grunt when she plows into their laps. "Nope. Can't. You done went and broke me in half, Princess."
She laughs and throws her arms around Mick's neck and he grins at Leonard. "I think she did. And if she's extra good, there might be ice cream in it too."
"Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream!" she chants, grinning even more.
"Lunch first." Leonard is totally fine with being the "bad" guy on that score.
Lisa pouts at him, but looks at Mick, all smiles. "Are we gonna go to Gino's? That's the best and their slices are huuuuge!" she mimes with her hands spread apart, far enough that Leonard leans back a little to avoid being swatted in the face by the overzealous little girl.
They both have to dodge the happy flails of a little girl and Mick grins at Leonard before returning his attention to Lisa. "Since you asked so nicely, I guess we can go see old man Gino. I bet you could even charm him out of a cannoli or three."
A nod at Leonard. Clearly they're done with the park. "Let's go. Lunch is on me."
Leonard laughs and shakes his head at her, she's so ridiculous sometimes. "Come on, Lise." He nods for her to come with him and before he can get to his feet, she jumps from Mick's lap onto her brother's back. "Piggy-back ride!"
"Oh my god," he grunts with dramatic effort as he gets to his feet with her clinging to him like a damn monkey.
He's too busy with Lisa to notice the blonde heading their way. She's walking her dog, but makes a beeline straight for them. "Mick Rory, as I live and breathe!" she swats him on the arm playfully. "Michelle Baker, don't tell me you forgot about me." She pouts like that might actually really wound her.
Mick is there, just behind Lisa to catch her if she slips. Always watching out for them even as she wraps her arms around her brother's neck and is smiling at both of them like the goddamn sun. Bright and shiny and so happy for the small and simple things he can offer her.
That smile slips at the call of the blonde. Because yeah, he doesn't remember her name but he does remember the rather strong attempts at her flirting with him the weekend before at a bar.
Leonard looks over his shoulder and around his little sister at the sudden new-comer. He doesn't say anything, but his eyebrows do both shoot up. Who is this?
"You pro-omised you'd call me and you never did." She levels him with a look, her free hand resting on her hip. "I guess I can forgive it if you make it up to me." Her hand sweeps up to brush across his arm, giving him a million-watt smile that seemed like the kind that would usually get her what she wanted. She doesn't even seem to notice that Mick has company. For a girl like Michelle, things like that don't even matter.
Pushy. Nice. Leonard already doesn't like her. But still, he doesn't say anything. He's curious about who she is to Mick, and more to that, how he handles the whole thing.
Yeah, see there was a reason Mick didn't call her. He happens to be standing beside that reason.
Mick backs up half a step. Jesus. The woman was ready to climb him right here and now and it made his skin crawl. He didn't want her. In fact, he didn't want much of anything except to get out of there with Lenny and Lisa. He was happy with them. It was the only time he really felt happy. Content.
"Yeah well. Guess I forgot." A glance at Leonard. "But we gotta go. I promised the kiddo lunch."
Leonard notes that little half-step away from her and has to press his lips together to hide the smug smirk that threatens at the implications of it. His choice was obvious and Leonard just has to ignore the weird leap in his chest about it.
The blow-off doesn't set well with her, if the sneer on her face is anything to go by. "You know, if you're not interested, all you have to do is say so. And I would suggest you make yourself more clear next time." She huffs and storms off.
Leonard snorts as she retreats into the distance away from them. "Wow," he mouths, eyebrows going up as he looks over at Mick.
Lisa swivels her head around to look at the older boy, "Was she your giiiirlfriend, Mickey?"
His choice will always be Leonard. Always. Unfailingly. As she storms off he shrugs. He thought he'd been pretty obvious by not calling and tossing her number the second he'd left the bar, but he'd never been that good at reading other people.
An apologetic glance at Leonard before ruffling Lisa's hair. "Nope. I only got enough room in my life for you two." He didn't need anyone else. Didn't want them.
Lisa giggles and shakes her head. "That's silly! You'll getta girlfriend one day!"
Leonard turns and starts walking, his back to Mick for long enough that he can roll his eyes as Lisa's comment without anything being weird about it because there's no one to see it. "What if we don't want girlfriends, huh? Who said we gotta have 'em?" He tilts his head up to look at her.
"How come?" She looks to Mick for that answer, though. "Aren't you 'spose to?"
"Don't let anybody tell you what to do, kiddo," Mick answers, ignoring the way Leonard's counter to his sister sends his stomach into freefall. "And just because you're a guy don't mean you gotta go out and get a girl. There's no rule about it."
And when Mick was alone and honest with himself, he could admit that he didn't want any random woman. Or any woman at all. What he wanted he couldn't have. At least not the way he wanted.
"Same goes for you when you're older. Nobody says you gotta go and get a guy if you don't want to."
Leonard is often impressed at the ease with which Mick answers the weird, hard questions Lisa comes up with like this sometimes. He'd never known Mick with a family, so he supposes it's easy to forget he was probably somewhere in the middle of a giant family of siblings and he might have fielded more than one of the oddball questions before everything turned to ash. But he just doesn't even trip over this stuff and Leonard's always impressed by it.
"You mean I could marry a girl when I'm grown up if I wanted?" Lisa's eyes are wide with curiosity at the idea. It seemed strange, that's not what she always saw on the movies. It was always boys and girls together.
Suddenly, Leonard hates that he said a damn thing to her at all and got her started this line of questioning. He kind of would much rather the earth open and swallow him whole than talk about something this uncomfortable. Especially in public with a seven year old who doesn't know her own volume control.
Mick doesn't think about his family. He pushes it all aside as best he can and focuses on the family that he has. Leonard. Lisa. His whole damn world. Lisa is easy to answer because he's honest with her. No softballing things, no dumbing it down. She gets simple and direct answers because she's a smart kid and she deserves to be treated like one.
He shrugs. "Might even be legal then." A wink. "But keep talking about getting married and you're gonna make your brother go grey early." He drops to one knee as Leonard lets her down outside the restaurant. Lays a finger over her heart. "That right there? It's yours. Most important thing you got. So you don't go giving that to anyone, boy or girl, unless they went and earned it."
And if his eyes flick to Leonard for a moment, well. That's just coincidence. Right? Right. Totally not on purpose.
She giggles at the wink, even if she doesn't completely understand the comment he made before it.
Leonard lifts her over his shoulders and down onto the ground. Lisa is beaming at Mick, soaking up every word and Len is smiling a little at the sincerity of it.
It isn't until Mick's eyes dart over to him with those last couple of words that the world tilts a little. His eyes immediately cut away from Mick, busying himself with wrenching the pizza parlor door open and trying to ignore the way his stomach flips at the implication. It was nothing. Coincidence. A hasty, silent check-in that what he's telling his sister is okay. It definitely doesn't mean anything, least of all about Leonard.
"Let's get that pizza," he mumbles, tugging gently on Lisa's jacket to ease her inside.
That girl is gonna take over the damn world one day. Mick is sure of it. And if she doesn't? Him and Leonard would go and steal it for her.
Mick knows that he'd taken a risk saying something that stupid and sappy and it hurts to watch the way Leonard jerks his gaze away and opens the door, tugging his his sister in before him and looking at everywhere but him.
Then they're inside and the air smell warm and heavy with yeast and garlic and the happy chatter of Lisa's voice as she runs off to pick the perfect table. Mick wants to nudge him, to tell Leonard that it doesn't have to mean anything, that he would be there for him regardless, that it's okay if he doesn't want the same things Mick might. Because god help him Mick loves Leonard Snart with everything that he is and it's utterly terrifying.
The safer option is to check his wallet and order enough pizza, a lemonade for Lisa and two beers for them. If he doesn't call attention to what he just said, what he just implied then maybe they can pretend that it didn't happen. They can keep things just the way that they are.
The thing is, Leonard has never really thought about it that way. He's known for awhile now that Mick is important to him, and he's terrified of the idea of having him somehow taken from him. From losing the safety that he represents. But...he's never really thought about it beyond that.
"My heart is yours." That's what that look implied, attached to those words, thrown in Leonard's direction. That's what it meant and it was terrifying to consider. For so, so many reasons. Mick has given Leonard a power he never would have considered he could have over him by what he'd said without words. Holding someone else's heart in your hands meant you could unmake them, break them, ruin them completely. He's not sure he wants that power. But there it is. Right there, in one look.
It's easy enough for Leonard to get through lunch like it was nothing, and even ice cream afterwards. But the problem with words--spoken or not--that powerful is that they're sticky and messy and they kind of get all over everything in their wake.
Lisa's passed out after what was probably one of the best days she's had in awhile, tuckered out from playing so hard. Without her to field anything between them, Leonard is sitting on the opposite end of the couch that Mick's on, flicking through the channels to try and find a movie to watch, stuck with this thing that's reverberated through his brain all day and colored every thought in his head, every action Mick has made all day. What did it mean? Did it change things? Did it have to? Did he want it to?
Risky. Stupid. But that didn't make the look or the meaning behind that look any less true.
Mick soldiers on through lunch, enjoying the moments for what they are. Spending time with the people who matter to him. Pizza and ice cream and Lisa is already drowsing by the time Leonard gets her into the car, spoiled rotten by a full day of playing and a belly full of good food.
But once she's napping in the little room Mick had set up for her in his apartment, they're sitting in an uneasy and uncomfortable silence. No talking about a movie they want to see, or setting up some kind of job just to keep the money flowing. All because he had to go and open his damn mouth.
He breathes out. Picks at the threadbare couch. Doesn't look up. "It don't gotta mean anything," he finally offers, no matter how desperately he wishes that it could mean something.
His eyes dart over toward the source of the sudden silence-breaker, lingering for a second before falling back to the tv. He really hates how Mick can do that, almost like he can see inside his head and pick out the exact thoughts inside of it. It's weird and a little unnerving sometimes. More useful than he realizes, yet.
"It does, though." he says finally. Whether they own it or not, it's out there. It's been said. Or not-said. But close enough. It exists and Leonard's aware of it now and there's no taking it back. "Ha- How do you just pretend it doesn't exist?"
To be fair, Mick just puts two and two together. He'd all but told Leonard that he was completely and irrevocably his. That his heart belonged to only him. What else could he be thinking about?
"It means something to me," he clarifies with a half roll of a shoulder, still unable to look up at him. "It don't gotta mean the same thing to you." Because maybe Leonard doesn't think about him that way. Maybe he only likes girls. A thousand different maybes. "It's okay if it doesn't."
Leonard doesn't really think about girls. Or boys. Or what he would or wouldn't like with either one, if he's completely honest. But he does like Mick. He just isn't sure if it's like that. Or how to know if it is in the first place because, honestly, he's never feltlike that about anyone before.
"I....don't know if it does." It sounds dumb to his own ears and he can only imagine how stupid it sounds to someone else. He's uncomfortable with this conversation, but it's not really because of Mick, more than it is because he doesn't really understand his own thoughts about it anyway.
Mick has. Thought about both girls and boys and had his brothers and old man kick the shit out of him when he didn't show enough interest in girls. Hell, the day his old man dragged the boys off to a brothel had been an utter nightmare for Mick. So since then, he didn't really do much when it came to sex. Maybe let off some steam here and there but it never meant anything because he didn't want it to. At least not until Lenny had come into his life.
His admission isn't a rejection. Not really.
"'s okay Lenny." A quiet reassurance. "I just.. I mean.. " Christ he's bad at this and Mick drags a hand across his face. "It doesn't have to change things."
"I don't mean... I just--" His heart stutters in his chest. He's never really explained this to anyone, put the thoughts and feelings and the actual lack of them to words before. He shifts and turns sideways on the couch, draws his legs up to sit criss-cross and tryies to figure out how explain what he actually meant. As opposed to what it sounded like, and how Mick obviously took it.
"It's not that I don't...feel the same way. Or that I don't. It's just-- I don't know." That didn't feel any clearer, even to him. Great. This is going so well. Can the ground hurry up on that swallowing him whole thing, already? "It's like..." Like what? It's like nothing, and that's the problem. How does he even make this make sense to Mick when he doesn't get it himself? "You've liked people before, right? Had crushes or whatever before?"
He's patient. He can wait. For Lenny, he can wait while he does his damndest to put the words together in the right order and that's probably the clearest sign to Mick that he's somehow managed to rattle him. Normally Leonard is the one good with words, the one who can put things together in ways that elude Mick.
"Yeah. Yeah I guess so." Nothing lasting. A fleeting fancy here or there but nothing that ever meant anything. Not like how he feels about Leonard.
"You don't have to know. This isn't something you gotta figure out okay?" It was more important that at least Leonard knows how he feels. About him. "As long as you're okay.. with me. Being different."
The point isn't whether it's ever been a last thing, just that it's existed, which... as expected, of course it has. Because even if he likes boys, or both, or whatever, Mick has still experienced it. Isn't broken somehow like Leonard seems to be-- because that's how it feels. Like there's something wrong with him, that he's not wired the way other kids his age are.
"Okay, well....I haven't." How's that for blunt and to the point? "I don't know what it looks like. What it feels like. How do you know the difference? I just..." He takes a deep, shaky breath. "I know that I like you, and being around you." He fidgets a little, tapping his finger against his knee.
"But I want to," he blurts out, all but talking over Mick as he says he doesn't have to figure anything out. He feels awkward about it as soon as it's out of his mouth, and hates that he can feel the heat that rushes to his cheeks and he ducks his head in a vain attempt to hide it. He looks back up a moment later, though, almost incredulous at the implication that he wouldn't be okay with anything about Mick, ever. "'Course I am. That stuff doesn't matter." Not to him. Not the way it did to Lewis.
"Oh." A simple response. Because he didn't realize it, didn't know that Lenny didn't think about relationships that way. Mick's brow knits as he reaches out, fingertips tentatively touching Leonard's hand. "I like being around you too Lenny."
They can take it slow. They can take it as slow as Leonard might need it because Mick wasn't going anywhere. Ever. God he was so gone on him already and they'd never even touched. Not really. "You don't have to figure this out tonight. Or tomorrow. We got time okay?"
A hesitant brush of his fingers along his. "I'm not goin anywhere Lenny. Not ever."
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Date: 2018-01-03 04:06 pm (UTC)Then Lisa is barreling towards them and he gives a suitably dramatic grunt when she plows into their laps. "Nope. Can't. You done went and broke me in half, Princess."
She laughs and throws her arms around Mick's neck and he grins at Leonard. "I think she did. And if she's extra good, there might be ice cream in it too."
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Date: 2018-01-03 04:55 pm (UTC)"Lunch first." Leonard is totally fine with being the "bad" guy on that score.
Lisa pouts at him, but looks at Mick, all smiles. "Are we gonna go to Gino's? That's the best and their slices are huuuuge!" she mimes with her hands spread apart, far enough that Leonard leans back a little to avoid being swatted in the face by the overzealous little girl.
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Date: 2018-01-03 05:04 pm (UTC)A nod at Leonard. Clearly they're done with the park. "Let's go. Lunch is on me."
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Date: 2018-01-03 05:23 pm (UTC)Leonard laughs and shakes his head at her, she's so ridiculous sometimes. "Come on, Lise." He nods for her to come with him and before he can get to his feet, she jumps from Mick's lap onto her brother's back. "Piggy-back ride!"
"Oh my god," he grunts with dramatic effort as he gets to his feet with her clinging to him like a damn monkey.
He's too busy with Lisa to notice the blonde heading their way. She's walking her dog, but makes a beeline straight for them. "Mick Rory, as I live and breathe!" she swats him on the arm playfully. "Michelle Baker, don't tell me you forgot about me." She pouts like that might actually really wound her.
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:11 pm (UTC)That smile slips at the call of the blonde. Because yeah, he doesn't remember her name but he does remember the rather strong attempts at her flirting with him the weekend before at a bar.
"Yeah. Michelle."
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:25 pm (UTC)"You pro-omised you'd call me and you never did." She levels him with a look, her free hand resting on her hip. "I guess I can forgive it if you make it up to me." Her hand sweeps up to brush across his arm, giving him a million-watt smile that seemed like the kind that would usually get her what she wanted. She doesn't even seem to notice that Mick has company. For a girl like Michelle, things like that don't even matter.
Pushy. Nice. Leonard already doesn't like her. But still, he doesn't say anything. He's curious about who she is to Mick, and more to that, how he handles the whole thing.
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:29 pm (UTC)He happens to be standing beside that reason.
Mick backs up half a step. Jesus. The woman was ready to climb him right here and now and it made his skin crawl. He didn't want her. In fact, he didn't want much of anything except to get out of there with Lenny and Lisa. He was happy with them. It was the only time he really felt happy. Content.
"Yeah well. Guess I forgot." A glance at Leonard. "But we gotta go. I promised the kiddo lunch."
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:37 pm (UTC)The blow-off doesn't set well with her, if the sneer on her face is anything to go by. "You know, if you're not interested, all you have to do is say so. And I would suggest you make yourself more clear next time." She huffs and storms off.
Leonard snorts as she retreats into the distance away from them. "Wow," he mouths, eyebrows going up as he looks over at Mick.
Lisa swivels her head around to look at the older boy, "Was she your giiiirlfriend, Mickey?"
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:43 pm (UTC)As she storms off he shrugs. He thought he'd been pretty obvious by not calling and tossing her number the second he'd left the bar, but he'd never been that good at reading other people.
An apologetic glance at Leonard before ruffling Lisa's hair. "Nope. I only got enough room in my life for you two." He didn't need anyone else. Didn't want them.
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Date: 2018-01-03 06:50 pm (UTC)Leonard turns and starts walking, his back to Mick for long enough that he can roll his eyes as Lisa's comment without anything being weird about it because there's no one to see it. "What if we don't want girlfriends, huh? Who said we gotta have 'em?" He tilts his head up to look at her.
"How come?" She looks to Mick for that answer, though. "Aren't you 'spose to?"
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:00 pm (UTC)And when Mick was alone and honest with himself, he could admit that he didn't want any random woman. Or any woman at all.
What he wanted he couldn't have.
At least not the way he wanted.
"Same goes for you when you're older. Nobody says you gotta go and get a guy if you don't want to."
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:09 pm (UTC)"You mean I could marry a girl when I'm grown up if I wanted?" Lisa's eyes are wide with curiosity at the idea. It seemed strange, that's not what she always saw on the movies. It was always boys and girls together.
Suddenly, Leonard hates that he said a damn thing to her at all and got her started this line of questioning. He kind of would much rather the earth open and swallow him whole than talk about something this uncomfortable. Especially in public with a seven year old who doesn't know her own volume control.
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:16 pm (UTC)He shrugs. "Might even be legal then." A wink. "But keep talking about getting married and you're gonna make your brother go grey early." He drops to one knee as Leonard lets her down outside the restaurant. Lays a finger over her heart. "That right there? It's yours. Most important thing you got. So you don't go giving that to anyone, boy or girl, unless they went and earned it."
And if his eyes flick to Leonard for a moment, well. That's just coincidence. Right? Right. Totally not on purpose.
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:24 pm (UTC)Leonard lifts her over his shoulders and down onto the ground. Lisa is beaming at Mick, soaking up every word and Len is smiling a little at the sincerity of it.
It isn't until Mick's eyes dart over to him with those last couple of words that the world tilts a little. His eyes immediately cut away from Mick, busying himself with wrenching the pizza parlor door open and trying to ignore the way his stomach flips at the implication. It was nothing. Coincidence. A hasty, silent check-in that what he's telling his sister is okay. It definitely doesn't mean anything, least of all about Leonard.
"Let's get that pizza," he mumbles, tugging gently on Lisa's jacket to ease her inside.
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:37 pm (UTC)And if she doesn't? Him and Leonard would go and steal it for her.
Mick knows that he'd taken a risk saying something that stupid and sappy and it hurts to watch the way Leonard jerks his gaze away and opens the door, tugging his his sister in before him and looking at everywhere but him.
Then they're inside and the air smell warm and heavy with yeast and garlic and the happy chatter of Lisa's voice as she runs off to pick the perfect table. Mick wants to nudge him, to tell Leonard that it doesn't have to mean anything, that he would be there for him regardless, that it's okay if he doesn't want the same things Mick might. Because god help him Mick loves Leonard Snart with everything that he is and it's utterly terrifying.
The safer option is to check his wallet and order enough pizza, a lemonade for Lisa and two beers for them. If he doesn't call attention to what he just said, what he just implied then maybe they can pretend that it didn't happen. They can keep things just the way that they are.
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Date: 2018-01-03 07:58 pm (UTC)"My heart is yours." That's what that look implied, attached to those words, thrown in Leonard's direction.
That's what it meant and it was terrifying to consider. For so, so many reasons.
Mick has given Leonard a power he never would have considered he could have over him by what he'd said without words. Holding someone else's heart in your hands meant you could unmake them, break them, ruin them completely. He's not sure he wants that power. But there it is. Right there, in one look.
It's easy enough for Leonard to get through lunch like it was nothing, and even ice cream afterwards. But the problem with words--spoken or not--that powerful is that they're sticky and messy and they kind of get all over everything in their wake.
Lisa's passed out after what was probably one of the best days she's had in awhile, tuckered out from playing so hard. Without her to field anything between them, Leonard is sitting on the opposite end of the couch that Mick's on, flicking through the channels to try and find a movie to watch, stuck with this thing that's reverberated through his brain all day and colored every thought in his head, every action Mick has made all day. What did it mean? Did it change things? Did it have to? Did he want it to?
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Date: 2018-01-03 08:20 pm (UTC)Stupid.
But that didn't make the look or the meaning behind that look any less true.
Mick soldiers on through lunch, enjoying the moments for what they are. Spending time with the people who matter to him. Pizza and ice cream and Lisa is already drowsing by the time Leonard gets her into the car, spoiled rotten by a full day of playing and a belly full of good food.
But once she's napping in the little room Mick had set up for her in his apartment, they're sitting in an uneasy and uncomfortable silence. No talking about a movie they want to see, or setting up some kind of job just to keep the money flowing. All because he had to go and open his damn mouth.
He breathes out. Picks at the threadbare couch. Doesn't look up.
"It don't gotta mean anything," he finally offers, no matter how desperately he wishes that it could mean something.
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Date: 2018-01-03 08:51 pm (UTC)"It does, though." he says finally. Whether they own it or not, it's out there. It's been said. Or not-said. But close enough. It exists and Leonard's aware of it now and there's no taking it back. "Ha- How do you just pretend it doesn't exist?"
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Date: 2018-01-03 08:59 pm (UTC)"It means something to me," he clarifies with a half roll of a shoulder, still unable to look up at him. "It don't gotta mean the same thing to you." Because maybe Leonard doesn't think about him that way. Maybe he only likes girls. A thousand different maybes. "It's okay if it doesn't."
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Date: 2018-01-03 09:27 pm (UTC)"I....don't know if it does." It sounds dumb to his own ears and he can only imagine how stupid it sounds to someone else. He's uncomfortable with this conversation, but it's not really because of Mick, more than it is because he doesn't really understand his own thoughts about it anyway.
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Date: 2018-01-03 09:35 pm (UTC)So since then, he didn't really do much when it came to sex. Maybe let off some steam here and there but it never meant anything because he didn't want it to. At least not until Lenny had come into his life.
His admission isn't a rejection. Not really.
"'s okay Lenny." A quiet reassurance. "I just.. I mean.. " Christ he's bad at this and Mick drags a hand across his face. "It doesn't have to change things."
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Date: 2018-01-03 09:59 pm (UTC)"It's not that I don't...feel the same way. Or that I don't. It's just-- I don't know." That didn't feel any clearer, even to him. Great. This is going so well. Can the ground hurry up on that swallowing him whole thing, already? "It's like..." Like what? It's like nothing, and that's the problem. How does he even make this make sense to Mick when he doesn't get it himself? "You've liked people before, right? Had crushes or whatever before?"
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Date: 2018-01-03 10:14 pm (UTC)"Yeah. Yeah I guess so." Nothing lasting. A fleeting fancy here or there but nothing that ever meant anything. Not like how he feels about Leonard.
"You don't have to know. This isn't something you gotta figure out okay?" It was more important that at least Leonard knows how he feels. About him. "As long as you're okay.. with me. Being different."
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Date: 2018-01-03 10:46 pm (UTC)"Okay, well....I haven't." How's that for blunt and to the point? "I don't know what it looks like. What it feels like. How do you know the difference? I just..." He takes a deep, shaky breath. "I know that I like you, and being around you." He fidgets a little, tapping his finger against his knee.
"But I want to," he blurts out, all but talking over Mick as he says he doesn't have to figure anything out. He feels awkward about it as soon as it's out of his mouth, and hates that he can feel the heat that rushes to his cheeks and he ducks his head in a vain attempt to hide it. He looks back up a moment later, though, almost incredulous at the implication that he wouldn't be okay with anything about Mick, ever. "'Course I am. That stuff doesn't matter." Not to him. Not the way it did to Lewis.
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Date: 2018-01-03 10:56 pm (UTC)They can take it slow. They can take it as slow as Leonard might need it because Mick wasn't going anywhere. Ever. God he was so gone on him already and they'd never even touched. Not really. "You don't have to figure this out tonight. Or tomorrow. We got time okay?"
A hesitant brush of his fingers along his. "I'm not goin anywhere Lenny. Not ever."
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